Misery Is Mystery Poem by Lady Jane Wilde
Misery Is Mystery
Misery his heart hath broken
Misery is mystery!
Let the sad one lonely be;
As the Ancients shunned the token
Of a lightning‐blasted tree.
Breathe no word, his doom is spoken
Misery is mystery mistery !
By its scathing lightning fated,
Human hearts are consecrated,
For a higher destiny.
Thursday, August 2, 2012
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