Sarah Doudney

“ Passed from my life, and left me dark and lone.
spring speaks.
Tothee, poor heart, I come with empty hands,
Mine are but blossoms born of sun and showers;
The hopes thou seekest grow not on my lands,
And thy dead loves revive not with my flowers.
Turn thee to other souls, more sad than thine,
Into their darkness bring the light of day ”