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.
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.