I CAME to lay my sorrow in the wood,
It had so heavy grown,
And on my way the little speedwells stood,
And claimed it as their own.
I came to let my tears in anguish fall,
They were too great to bear,
And now the little speedwells hold them all,
I have no tears to spare.
There is no other sign, by flower or leaf,
To mark the road I came,
This tiny cup of blue bears all the grief
I had not strength to name.