HOW can I measure your sorrow, How do I know The weight of to-day and to-morrow, Of days long ago, The grief, and the burden to follow, That speech may not show? Deep in my heart is the measure, Laid by the years, To fathom, beneath all your pleasure, The flood of your tears, To mark all the desolate leisure Your lonely heart fears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BURIED LADY by PAUL VALERY OLD LEM by STERLING ALLEN BROWN FAREWELL TO LOVE; SONNET by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TENEBRIS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND by REGINALD HEBER HOW VIOLETS CAME BLUE by ROBERT HERRICK |