Sorrow
SORROW, on wing through the world for ever,Here and there for awhile would borrowRest, if rest might haply deliverSorrow.
One thought lies close in her heart gnawn thoroughWith pain, a weed in a dried-up river,A rust-red share in an empty furrow.
Hearts that strain at her chain would severThe link where yesterday frets to-morrow:All things pass in the world, but neverSorrow.
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