Refurbishment Of A Weary One Poem by B E ferguson

of sorrow i had sung through tunes of bleak,
nostalgia in my heart of autumn's weeping.
why cruel winter have you done what i
feared in dark alone to me would befall?
oh cruel and evil aged man who blows
his frost upon the land, what pleasure do you
take from this? what answers do you crave?
from me do take them that i may sleep peacefully.

but maiden cool in spring thereof, you came.
your peace and comfort ever to retain,
the gladness i once knew was mine again
and was i wholly fresh renewed for gain,
cast in iron was my sentence given
but not did i so look my sight to heaven.