Last night I became overtired and I couldn’t sleep. It had been a few days of quite internal joy, and yet some of the exchanges of the day had me restless into the eve. Just after 2 am I climbed into bed, and only then in the silence did I burst into unexpected tears ~ because somebody during the day said something that needed to be said ~ and whilst my heart knew it to be right so that all the pain broke through the damn in relief ~ I didn’t fully understand why.
thank you †
THE PRISONED SONG
A Song lay still, and prisoned in a heart,
And years passed on, and never knew its strain;
And summer glow and gladness shook its chain
Yet it moved not. And Love with keen bright dart
Came laughing nigh, and aimed with surest art
To wake the silent lay–yet still in vain,
And love spread out his sunny wings again
And sailed away, all heedless of the heart.
Then Sorrow came, and with drooping downcast mien,
And softly touched the captive melody,
And lo ! it stirred – it leaped to sound; a queen
Out to the world in passioned throbs did flee,
And spirits paused, and listened tranced, I ween,
To that sweet song that Sorrow had set free !
Cassie M. O’Hara