Misery’s Awakening

Come, Misery, and sit by me,

     The hour is not too late;

Come sit you here by me and we

     Will have a tête-à-tête.

Your hand is cold, you shiver so,

     You do not feel at ease;

Ah! Let me stir the fire’ glow

     And warm your quaking knees.

Now tell me, comrade Misery,

     Wherefore this robe of black?

Stay, do not draw away from me,

     Pray do not turn your back!

What’s this? My God, you’ve changed your cloak!

     The glow has caught your brow;

Am I asleep? Is this a joke?

     It’s joy beside me now!

March 26, ‘10