O Sorrow, wilt thou live with me No casual mistress, but a wife?

'Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.

There is a joy in sorrow which none but a mourner can know.

That each sorrow has its purpose, By the sorrowing oft unguessed, But as sure as the sun brings morning, Whatever is-is best.

There is no sorrow I have thought more about than that-to love what is great, and try to reach it, and yet to fail.

Misery is a communicable disease.

Sorrow shatters my heart; And men distress it with blame, Because it follows love.

You went away from my heart And I held on, loving you But your tear stains spread And spread, till the tears Became a lake, and the lake Engulfed my heart That night, as I slept, I drowned In my heart.

Sadness is twilight's kiss on earth.

It isn't lightning, or the beating of rain, I'm simply sad, night after night.