William Roscoe


Poems of William Roscoe

1. Earth 1/1/2004
2. The Butterfly's Ball and the Grasshopper's Feast 1/3/2003
3. The Master-Chord 1/1/2004
4. To La Sansoeur 1/1/2004


SAD is my lot; among the shining spheres
Wheeling, I weave incessant day and night,
And ever, in my never-ending flight,
Add woes to woes, and count up tears on tears.
Young wives’ and new-born infants’ hapless biers
Lie on my breast, a melancholy sight;
Fresh griefs abhor my fresh returning light;
Pain and remorse and want fill up my years.
My happier children’s farther-piercing eyes

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