A have a guardian angel of woe

Watching over me

He collects my due of sorrow

Pocketing it in black memory

Only when I have been too happy

Will then he a little share

Out of his enormous collection

A carefully measured handful spare

So I am never lost to sadness

Nor ever in happiness corrupt

Living a life in measured scales

Between the two, in his trust

Devoid of bliss, far from infinite joy

Safe from maddening grief and