When my sorrow was born i nursed it with care, and watched over it with loving tenderness.
And my sorrow grew like all living things,strong and beautiful and full of wondrous delights.
And we loved one another, my sorrow and i, and we loved the world about us; for sorrow had a kindly and mind was kindly with sorrow.
And when we conversed, my sorrow and i our days were winged and our nights were girdled with dreams; fro sorrow had an eloquent tongue and mine was eloquent with sorrow.
And we sang together my sorrow and i our neighbours sat at their windows and listened for our songs were deep as the sea and our melodies were full of strange memories.
And when we walked together my sorrow and i people gazed at us with gently eyes and whispered in words of exceeding sweetness.And there were those who looked with envy upon up, for sorrow was a noble thing and i was proud with sorrow.
But my sorrow died like all living things and alone i an left to muse and ponder.
And now when i speak my words fall heavily upon my ears.
And when i sing my song my neighbours come not to listen.
And when i walk the streets on one looks at me.
Only in my sleep i hear voices saying in pity "see, there lies the man whose sorrow is dead, "