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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