Sorrow's Farewell

    I rest my head on Sorrow’s knee,
    she combs the tangles from my hair
    and whispers words, then kisses me--
    I sleep, lulled by her dirge-like air.

    My dream took wings to join the birch
    that silvery spreads on hill and field;
    while moonlight sat upon her perch,
    I felt that grief to hope must yield.

    I thought about eternity,
    what I should find in the Beyond—
    No, not for being sorrow free
    this planet earth I would abscond.

    And came the morn, when I awoke,
    although my dream had not revealed
    the obscure words that Sorrow spoke--
    with her last kiss, I now feel healed.