Her mind lives tidily, apart From cold and noise and pain, And bolts the door against her heart, Out wailing read more

Her mind lives tidily, apart From cold and noise and pain, And bolts the door against her heart, Out wailing in the rain.

Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.

Wise men never sit and wail their loss, but cheerily seek how to redress their harms.