Poems (Waldenburg)/Winged Sorrow
"A WINGED SORROW."
E. D. PALMER, SCULPTOR.
Not with glad wings that rise
Outstretching toward the skies
This wingéd angel flies.
Outstretching toward the skies
This wingéd angel flies.
Her low wings seem to brood
In stern, relentless mood
And 'neath her ebon hood—
In stern, relentless mood
And 'neath her ebon hood—
From painéd brows the eyes
Shadow forth mysteries
Of human miseries.
Shadow forth mysteries
Of human miseries.
Her symbol doth she wear
A solitary tear
She knoweth all must bear!
A solitary tear
She knoweth all must bear!
Her piteous mouth would pray
That she might cease her sway
And wipe the tear away.
That she might cease her sway
And wipe the tear away.
Thus doth she ever bend
To us less foe than friend
And when shall come the end
To us less foe than friend
And when shall come the end
The shade will disappear
The pall, the woe, the tear,
New garments shall she wear.
The pall, the woe, the tear,
New garments shall she wear.
An angel crowned elate!
For sorrow's earthly fate
Ceaseth at Heaven's gate!
For sorrow's earthly fate
Ceaseth at Heaven's gate!