 | Poems by Speranza (Lady Wilde) [i.e. Jane Francesca Elgee] |  |
MISERY IS MYSTERY.
I
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.
II
Breathe no word, his doom is spoken—Misery is mistery!
By its scathing lightning fated,
Human hearts are consecrated,
For a higher destiny.
| Poems by Speranza (Lady Wilde) [i.e. Jane Francesca Elgee] | |