21.05.2007, 15:13
Her Sickness and Recovery
When thou wert laid in sickness and in pain
Through one sad autumn, O the falling leaf
Fell gentlier by thy casement in its grief,
And still as holy tears, the evening rain;
Methought the hamlet ne’er would wake again,
So mighty was the sorrow and the calm;
And children wailed, and many a withered palm
Was raised to heaven for thee, and not in vain.
The meek, the rugged, wept beside thy door;
The evil-minded took another way;
And fewer were the murmurs of the poor
For their own troubles than thine evil day;
And when another May-day brought thee forth,
Something from heaven had fallen on the earth.
When thou wert laid in sickness and in pain
Through one sad autumn, O the falling leaf
Fell gentlier by thy casement in its grief,
And still as holy tears, the evening rain;
Methought the hamlet ne’er would wake again,
So mighty was the sorrow and the calm;
And children wailed, and many a withered palm
Was raised to heaven for thee, and not in vain.
The meek, the rugged, wept beside thy door;
The evil-minded took another way;
And fewer were the murmurs of the poor
For their own troubles than thine evil day;
And when another May-day brought thee forth,
Something from heaven had fallen on the earth.