(From the Painting of George Frederic Watts) <br /> <br />Upon the globe she sits <br />Solitary in space, <br />Where time reigns. <br />Blindfolded, <br /> <br />As her head bent <br />Gravely in despair <br />By her lyre <br />With broken strings of bliss, <br /> <br />She holds unhappily <br />To her heart. <br />Her legs bent to the left, <br />with her left below her right. <br /> <br />Somber she is <br />Pale like her gown <br />Drenched <br />In moist sorrow. <br /> <br />She waits longingly, <br />Pining away <br />With desire, <br />For rapture of peace and love <br /> <br />Full in purity <br />As a shower of relief <br />To descend upon <br />Where she sits.<br /><br />Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hope-329/
