SORROW, on wing through the world for ever, <br />Here and there for awhile would borrow <br />Rest, if rest might haply deliver <br /> Sorrow. <br /> <br />One thought lies close in her heart gnawn thorough <br />With pain, a weed in a dried-up river, <br />A rust-red share in an empty furrow. <br /> <br />Hearts that strain at her chain would sever <br />The link where yesterday frets to-morrow: <br />All things pass in the world, but never <br /> Sorrow.<br /><br />Algernon Charles Swinburne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sorrow-2/
