Tears Dried, Beloved

My tears have dried, O my beloved,My love o'erflowed, my pulse hath moved;

To me belong woe and lament sore,My fortune turned with thee once more.

Thou art to me the herald lightThat guides the heart

Shrouded in darkness of the night,And lifts the soul to glory's height.

Story

The Princess

Publisher Saad Press

Page count 264

Publication date 1939

A full list of all the poems from this book

Rejoice, O World Morning Sun Rose Lost in Nights O Singer, We Heard This Beautiful World Wanderer of Valleys Kiss Youth, Heart Take My Heart Shatter, O Heart My Love, Where Beloved Heart, Come O Artist, Come You Drag My Heart Beloved, If Absent Pain Befriends Solitude Realm of Dreams Appearing Soon