Silent Grief

Where is now my peace of mind? Gone, alas! for evermore: Turn where'er I may, I find Thorns where roses bloomd'd before. O'er the green-fields of my soul, Where the springs of joy were found, Now the clouds of sorrow roll, Shading all the prospect round!

Do I merit pangs like these, That have cleft my heart in twain? Must I, to the very lees, Drain thy bitter chalice, Pain? Silent grief all grief excels; Life and it together part, Like a restless worm it dwells Deep within the human heart!