SORROW, on wing through the world forever, Here and there for awhile would borrow Rest, if rest might haply deliver Sorrow. One thought lies close in her heart gnawn through With pain, a weed in a dried up-river, A rust-red share in an empty furrow. Hearts that strain at her chain would sever The link where yesterday frets to-morrow! All things pass in the world, but never Sorrow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LATE LEAVES by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR I AM THE WAY' by ALICE MEYNELL AT A VACATION EXERCISE IN THE COLLEGE by JOHN MILTON ROBIN'S COME by WILLIAM WARREN CALDWELL HOLY COMMUNION by ADA CAMBRIDGE TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. TO ONE DEAD by EDWARD CARPENTER |