Poems (Cromwell)/Solace of Seasons
SOLACE OF SEASONS
Cold winter finds no word of condolence.
I laid my grief where pastures bright in spring
Bore panacea, with young life whispering;
I laid my grief in summer by the side
Of a deep sea that brought a healing tide;
When autumn came, I laid it in a cloud;
The strong wind bore it in that balmy shroud:
Cold winter finds no word of condolence.
I laid my grief where pastures bright in spring
Bore panacea, with young life whispering;
I laid my grief in summer by the side
Of a deep sea that brought a healing tide;
When autumn came, I laid it in a cloud;
The strong wind bore it in that balmy shroud:
Cold winter finds no word of condolence.
When skies above are bleak, I will not care;
A flame I'll kindle for my chill despair,
A flame within my heart, for condolence.
A flame I'll kindle for my chill despair,
A flame within my heart, for condolence.