Balm 2: More Poetry for Beautifully Broken Souls

She loved the Autumn, I the Spring,

Sad all the songs she loved to sing;

And in her face was strangely set

Some great inherited regret.

Some look in all things made her sigh,

Yea! sad to her the morning sky:

'So sad! so sad its beauty seems' -

I hear her say it still in dreams.

But when the day grew grey and old,

And rising stars shone strange and cold,

Then only in her face I saw

A mystic glee, a joyous awe.

Spirit of Sadness, in the spheres

Is there an end of mortal tears?

Or is there still in those great eyes

That look of lonely hills and skies?

Richard Le Gallienne, 1918

A Collection of Poetry for Beautifully Broken Souls from international poets..