Poems (Taggart)/Sorrow
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For works with similar titles, see Sorrow.
SORROW.
O Sorrow! bitter, dreaded draught,
Must I ne'er drink but of thy cup?—
And though I drank of thee alone,
I ne'er could drink thine anguish up.
Must I ne'er drink but of thy cup?—
And though I drank of thee alone,
I ne'er could drink thine anguish up.
Thy chalice ever will remain
As full as when I tasted first,
And others have as large a share,
Though my embittered heart should burst.
As full as when I tasted first,
And others have as large a share,
Though my embittered heart should burst.