Eclipse of the Moon by Mary Susanah Robbins - HTML preview

the lessons hardest to learn

are without morals, unscrupulously stern,

and stern the victories, and the liberations

into the war-torn countryside; —

there, gardens that one used to want

wear deep, drenched green, and seem to pant

with sadness; the hanging mosses,

wet on the wall, bear

the sorrow one knows,

and all our losses:

come to that garden, radiant with rain,

and learn a sustenance born out of pain,

a sorrow so lush, it takes one in

and makes a deep green grief where once was sin.

who thinks life’s lessons are so cruel

they need a moral, is a fool:

the victories after a battle is won or lost

cost most, are most worth the cost.

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