Age of Jahiliyah

A blog of wide and varied interest, including Islam, Muslims, Poetry, Art and much more.

Sorrow by Aubrey de Vere

Count each affliction, whether light or grave,

 

God’s messenger sent down to thee; do thou

 

With courtesy receive him; rise and bow;

 

And, ere his shadow pass thy threshold, crave

 

Permission first his heavenly feet to lave;

 

Then lay before him all thou hast; allow

 

No cloud of passion to usurp thy brow,

 

Or mar thy hospitality; no wave

 

Of mortal tumult to obliterate

 

The soul’s marmoreal calmness: Grief should be,

 

Like joy, majestic, equable, sedate;

 

Confirming, cleansing, raising, making free;

 

Strong to consume small troubles; to commend

 

Great thoughts, grave thoughts, thoughts lasting to the end.

 

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