Queen, widowed Mother of a widowed child, <br />Whose ancient sorrow goeth forth to meet <br />Her new-born sorrow with parental feet, <br />And tearful eyes that oft on hers have smiled, <br />Will not your generous heart be now beguiled <br />From its too lonely anguish, as You greet <br />Her anguish, yet more cruel and complete, <br />And, through her woe, with woe be reconciled? <br />Or if this may not be, and all the years <br />Of love's bereavement be withal too brief <br />To bring slow solace to still lengthening grief <br />For loss of One whom distance but endears, <br />Surely to Both will come some sad relief, <br />Sharing the comfort of commingled tears.<br /><br />Alfred Austin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-meeting-8/
