I whispered my great sorrow To every listening sedge; And they bent, bowed with my sorrow, Down to the water's edge. But she stands and laughs lightly To see me sorrow so, Like the light winds that laughing Across the water go. If I could tell the bright ones That quiet-hearted move, They would bend down like the sedges With the sorrow of love. But she stands laughing lightly, Who all my sorrow knows, Like the little wind that laughing Across the water blows. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A CHILD by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR SNAKE by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE MOTHER TO SON by IRENE RUTHERFORD MCLEOD A MORNING HYMN by CHARLES WESLEY SONG OF MYSELF by WALT WHITMAN TO HELEN KELLER by TOSCAN BENNETT ISAIAH: PERFECT PEACE by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE CEREMONY OF THE PRINTER'S APPRENTICE; A GERMAN MORALITY PLAY by WILLAM BLADES |