Of sorrowful songs there is no fear

Of sorrowful songs there is no fear
A face as smooth as glass
that time has fallen from,
tracks of tears have passed
the weight of years moved on.
Hands purpura petalled
fold like angels wings,
hair as gentle snowflakes
a midnight clear might bring...
a robin on a window ledge
a flower full in bloom,
the sacred vow of loves long pledge,
a summer gone too soon.
And yet the song we hear is light
it lifts the leaden heart,
for dark with all its fearful night
can ne'er two lovers part.
• Roamin' in the Gloamin'