Sweet Sorrow
A dirge on a lonely
night,
Across the sea in sight
Flew from a dead man’s
mind,
Into the world unkind.
She heard it in a dream
“Ah! Lovely mournful
charm!”
Too sweet to be true, she
said
So true to be sweet,
foresaid.
Soon all heard it with
wonder
In every cry and thunder.
Till it returned to the
man
And set him free of every
ban.
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