Author AE My wisdom crumbles. I am as a lone child. Oh, had I the heart now My weeping were wild. My palace dwindles Thin into air: The Ancient Darkness Is everywhere: But the heart is gone That could understand, And the child is dead That had taken Its hand. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments