The Soo Kwan

O that I saw the mourning robe of white,
Assumed when two years from the death are o’er,
And earnest mourner’s form, to leanness worn !
Not seeing this, my heart with grief is soré.

O that I saw the lower robe to match
This cap of white! I’d with the wearer go,
And live with him, my heart eased of its smart,—
Its sadness gone, such mourner true to know.

O that I saw the white knee-covers worn,
Suiting the cap and skirt! I should feel bound
To him whose lasting grief so sought relief.
The sympathy would heal my heart’s deep wound.