Elizabeth Bridges Daryush, Sonnets from Hafez & Other Verses
“ Of icy death in life, that shackling Hell? 11 O gentle weariness,Thine is the power that can all spirits freeFrom bonding-trouble, thou art a goddessTo all the suffering slaves of misery. Thy sanctuaryNo suppliant vainly seeketh; wheresoe’erDesperate grief is, then unfailinglyIs thine all-hallowing rest & refuge there. Our sorrow hath outgrownSolace, yet still in thine all-mothering handIs balm of soft oblivion, who aloneOur never-ending needs dost understand. ”
