Poems (Cromwell)/Folded Power
FOLDED POWER
Sorrow can wait,For there is magic in the calm estate Of grief; lo, where the dust complies Wisdom lies.
Sorrow can rest Indifferent, with her head upon her breast; Idle and hushed, guarded from fears; Content with tears.
Sorrow can bide, With sealed lids and hands unoccupied. Sorrow can fold her latent might, Dwelling with night.
But Sorrow will rise From her dream of sombre and hushed eternities. Lifting a Child, she will softly move With a mother's love
She will softly rise. Her embrace the dying will recognize, Lifting them gently through strange delight To a clearer light.