Threnody For Sadness

Alas for alas and woe for woe!
My grief, atlast, has gone below.
I weep and weep sweet tears of joy;
love struck a blow and grief’s destroyed.
My gloom has gone to endless night;
my mourning’s turned to morning light.
One moment of silence for grief’s absent voice.

A lifetime of laughing and shouting “Rejoice!”.