When My Sorrow Was Born

When my Sorrow was born I nursed it with care, and watched over itwith loving tenderness.

And my Sorrow grew like all living things, strong and beautifuland full of wondrous delights.

And we loved one another, my Sorrow and I, and we loved the worldabout us; for Sorrow had a kindly heart and mine was kindly withSorrow.

And when we conversed, my Sorrow and I, our days were winged andour nights were girdled with dreams; for Sorrow had an eloquenttongue, and mine was eloquent with Sorrow.

And when we sang together, my Sorrow and I, our neighbors sat attheir windows and listened; for our songs were deep as the sea andour melodies were full of strange memories.

And when we walked together, my Sorrow and I, people gazed at uswith gentle eyes and whispered in words of exceeding sweetness.And there were those who looked with envy upon us, for Sorrow wasa noble thing and I was proud with Sorrow.

But my Sorrow died, like all living things, and alone I am left tomuse and ponder.

And now when I speak my words fall heavily upon my ears.

And when I sing my songs my neighbours come not to listen.

And when I walk the streets no one looks at me.

Only in my sleep I hear voices saying in pity, "See, there liesthe man whose Sorrow is dead."