Said I to Pain: "You would not dare <br /> Do ill to me." <br />Said Pain: "Poor fool! Why should I care <br /> Whom you may be? <br />To clown and king alike I bring <br /> My meed of bane; <br />Why should you shirk my chastening?" <br /> Said Pain. <br /> <br />Said I to Grief: "No tears have I, <br /> Go on your way." <br />Said Grief: "Why should I pass you by, <br /> While others pay? <br />All men must know the way of woe, <br /> From saint to thief, <br />And tears were meant to overflow," <br /> Said Grief. <br /> <br />Said I to Death: "From ail and fret <br /> Grant me relief." <br />Said Death: "I know you are beset <br /> By Pain and Grief. <br />But my good will you must await <br /> Since human breath <br />To suffering is consecrate," <br /> Said Death. <br /> <br />Said I to God: "Pale Sister Grief, <br /> Bleak Brother Pain, <br />Bedevil me beyond belief, <br /> And Death's unfain . . ." <br />Said God: "Curse not that blessed Three, <br /> Poor human clod! <br />Have faith! Believe the One with Me," <br /> Said God.<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-trinity/
