Grief's Aspects

Grief does not come alike to all, I know.
To some, grief cometh like an armed man,
Crying, " Arise, and strive with me who can!"
And some are brought to heavenly peace through woe,
And watch a new life from the old life grow;
And some there be who strive beneath the ban,
And, having struggled hotly for a span.
Tread on the fallen body of their foe.

My grief has taken hold of me, and led
My feet to lands of any spring unknown.
There has he bound me in strong chains, and said,
"Behold, we are forevermore alone!
Drink from my hand thy wine, and eat my bread
At last, I have thee solely for my own."