_What can I add
To the sum of things, being
That my song
Is a feeble croon.
Shall the heavens despise you that your colorless tears
made rainbows in lashes
and forgot to weep?_
_Yet shall I weep, that the world must weep with me,
Lest the beauty die of its loneliness,
While you are a part of a song still unsung:
The last line still missing to make this verse complete.__