Sonnet: Grief Dies

By Henry Timrod 1828–1867 Henry Timrod

Grief dies like joy; the tears upon my cheek

Will disappear like dew. Dear God! I know

Thy kindly Providence hath made it so,

And thank thee for the law. I am too weak

To make a friend of Sorrow, or to wear,

With that dark angel ever by my side

(Though to thy heaven there be no better guide),

A front of manly calm. Yet, for I hear

How woe hath cleansed, how grief can deify,

So weak a thing it seems that grief should die,

And love and friendship with it, I could pray,

That if it might not gloom upon my brow,

Nor weigh upon my arm as it doth now,

No grief of mine should ever pass away.

Source: The Collected Poems of Henry Timrod (1965)

Biography

Since Henry Timrod's output before the Civil War was limited to verse sufficient only for a single volume—published in December 1859—his literary reputation at the time was modest. The political activities surrounding the formation of a new nation and the impact of the war itself aroused Timrod's poetic imagination, however, and he quickly became widely known as the literary spokesman and eventually as the so-called poet . . .

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