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.
Breathe no word, his doom is spoken
Misery is mystery mistery !
By its scathing lightning fated,
Human hearts are consecrated,
For a higher destiny.
More verses by Lady Jane Wilde
- Shadows From Life
- The Mystic Tree.From Ölenschlager
- The Poet At Court
- Farawell
- Catarian. From The Portuguese Of Camoens