The Broken Wing/Three Sorrows

​Three Sorrows

How shall I honour thee, O sacred grief? Fain would my love transmute My suffering into music and my heart Into a deathless lute!
How shall I cherish thee, O precious pain? Fain would my trembling hand Fashion and forge of thee a deathless sword To serve my stricken land!
And thou, sweet sorrow, terrible and dear, Most bitter and divine? O I will carve thee with deep agony Into a deathless shrine!
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