Awakening by Anonymous |
The hue of sorrow everywhere The jagged rocks seem marble tombs, Yet through the barren waste way over there, A lily blooms. As up the rugged heights revealed, I creep, and deem the world as wrong; A singer trills above the love unsealed, His mating song. I pierce the gloom with purer eyes, For here I know that Heaven is — I yield my empty self and realize These are all His. |
Category: Books | 1930s | Mental Health and Insanity