​SORROW

THE youthful heart in its first sorrow cries
⁠"None suffer as I suffer! None can know
Such misery and live!" And grief's surprise
⁠Enhances thus its woe.
The heart grown old, whom Sorrow leads aside
⁠From paths of happiness, to know her face,
Submissive sighs: "Yes, men have lived and died
⁠By myriads in this place!"
And feels with added pang that grief as keen
Is, and has been.