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Song of Sorrow

By Charles Catty

I CAN sing not of youth or of morning ;
    I have ears for no music of bird ;
I have eyes for no beauty adorning
The lives of young lovers. One warning
    I bring you—one bitter cold word :
    Sorrow, sorrow, I sing,
    Sorrow, sorrow :
The woods echo—Sorrow, and echoing, say—
    If it come not to-day,

I can sing not of love or of laughter ;
    These fail and are ended and die ;
As an echo beneath the wood’s rafter
Swoons off, and is heard never after,
    So love and so laughter wing by.
    Sorrow, sorrow, I sing,
    Sorrow, sorrow :
The years answer—Sorrow, and answering, say—
    Ye who weep not to-day
    Will to-morrow.

MLA citation:

Catty, Charles. “Song of Sorrow.” The Yellow Book, vol. 9, April 1896, p. 157. Yellow Book Digital Edition, edited by Dennis Denisoff and Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2010-2014. Yellow Nineties 2.0 Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2020.