Not In Vain Doth Thy Heart Cry

"Not in vain doth thy heart cry",

they would say me,

through the night;

though as I rise there seems a weight,

is bearing down upon all sides;

though in stillness, doth that cry,

seem all the louder for the rise;

as clouds bring mornings with eager strides,

I gaze, the colors - all so bright -

their passing, an illustrious and wondrous sight

And so I wonder only that I,

carry within me that heart's cry.

More profound than o'er the night,

the day brings calm, but not respite,

aye, indeed, doth thy heart cry;

When all is stillness,

and all is calm.

Not in vain, perchance not so;

Yet I feel its beating all the more;

in stillness,

a pain that seeks to end its beating.

"But not in vain doth thy heart cry",

they would say me,

all the while.

Aye, not in vain doth thy heart cry

- yet in sorrow I live with no respite.

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