A Crown Of Sorrow

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Title:     A Crown Of Sorrow
Author: Adelaide Anne Procter [More Titles by Procter]

A Sorrow, wet with early tears
Yet bitter, had been long with me;
I wearied of this weight of years,
And would be free.

I tore my Sorrow from my heart,
I cast it far away in scorn;
Right joyful that we two could part--
Yet most forlorn.

I sought, (to take my Sorrow's place,)
Over the world for flower or gem--
But she had had an ancient grace
Unknown to them.

I took once more with strange delight
My slighted Sorrow; proudly now,
I wear it, set with stars of light,
Upon my brow.

[The end]
Adelaide Anne Procter's poem: Crown Of Sorrow

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