A CROWN OF SORROW POEM by Adelaide Anne Procter
Poetry from Legends and Lyrics First Series.
ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER VERSE: A CROWN OF SORROW POEM
A Sorrow, wet with early tears
Yet bitter, had been long with me;
I wearied of this weight of years,
And would be free.
I tore my Sorrow from my heart,
I cast it far away in scorn;
Right joyful that we two could part—
Yet most forlorn.
I sought, (to take my Sorrow’s place,)
Over the world for flower or gem—
But she had had an ancient grace
Unknown to them.
I took once more with strange delight
My slighted Sorrow; proudly now,
I wear it, set with stars of light,
Upon my brow.
Adelaide Anne Procter – Legends and Lyrics First Series
