第67章 A CROWN OF SORROW

A Sorrow,wet with early tears Yet bitter,had been long with me;I wearied of this weight of years,And would be free.

I tore my Sorrow from my heart,I cast it far away in scorn;Right joyful that we two could part -

Yet most forlorn.

I sought,(to take my Sorrow's place,)

Over the world for flower or gem -

But she had had an ancient grace Unknown to them.

I took once more with strange delight My slighted Sorrow;proudly now,I wear it,set with stars of light,Upon my brow.