Sympathy
There should be no despair for
While nightly stars are burning;
While evening pours its silent dew,
And sunshine gilds the morning
There should be no despair for
While nightly stars are burning;
While evening pours its silent dew,
And sunshine gilds the morning
The memory of you emerges from the night around me
The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea
Deserted like the wharves at dawn
It is the hour of departure, oh deserted one
OM
HE
EL OF
NE
I have
The worst, the World can wreak on me--the
That can make Life indifferent, yet
With whisper'd Discontents the dying prayer--I have beheld the whole of all,
Alone
Alone
No beacon, far or near
No chart, no compass, and no anchor stay
In grayish doubt and black despair,
I drafted hymns to the earth and the air,pretending to joy, although I lacked it
The age had made lament redundant
So here's the question — who can answer it —Was he a brave man or a hypocrite