| Show Those Who Heard PURPOSELESS t i She fluttered ed blithely through through ugh the shadowy wood Like some unheeding bird Hid there she found A shrinking violet in dewy tears Poor violet she said and saying smiled II Proud in your sorrow hiding from the world Why are you weeping Is it for some breeze That loving died upon your fragrant lips 2 And so while sunshine danced within her heart She wrote rote a mourning song about the flower Those who heard it wept Time counted One bead upon his rosary of years The sun no longer shone within her heart e With useless tears her own eyes were In lonely sadness did she seek the wood To drown herself in shadow-haunted shadow depths Now I know Grief she said and saying sighed She wrote a song that tripped of its own mirth Those who heard it laughed Sarah Sarak Comstock in Overland Monthly Monthly- |
