Speedwells

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.