Thoughts of Sadness
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Title
Thoughts of Sadness
Description
How sad and forsaken
How sad is the slumber
But though sad 'tis to weep
For saddest of any
Oh! such smiles like light shining
Is that heavy heart,
Where hope cannot waken,Nor sorrow depart!
So and so lonelyNo inmate is there,
Save one - and that onlyIs chilling Despair.
How sad is the slumber
Long sufferings bring,
Whose visions outnumberThe woes whence they spring!
Unblest such repose is,Its waking is near,
And the eyelid unclosesStill wet with a tear.
But though sad 'tis to weep
O'er incurable woes -
Sad the dream-disturbed sleep!Yet far deeper than those
Is the pang of concealingThe woes of the mind
From hearts without feeling -The gay, the unkind.
For saddest of any
Is he, of the sad,
Who must smile amongst many,Where many are glad;
Who must join in the laughter,When laughter goes round,
To plunge deeper afterIn grief more profound.
Oh! such smiles like light shining
On ocean's cold wave,
Or the playful entwiningOf sweets o'er a grave;
And such laugh sorrow spurningAt revelry's calls,
Like echoes returningFrom lone empty halls.
Creator
Unattributed
Source
1:17, p. 68
Date
1827.07.06
Collection
Citation
Unattributed, “Thoughts of Sadness,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 19, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/54.
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