CHARLOTTE MEW'S "SONG" ("SORROW")

Oh ! Sorrow, Sorrow, scarce I knew.

    Your name, when shaking down the may

In sport, a little child I grew

    Afraid to find you at my play.

I heard it ere I looked at you;

    You sang it softly as you came

Bringing your little boughs of yew

    To fling across my gayest game.

Oh!  Sorrow, Sorrow, was I fair 

    That when I decked me for a bride,

You met me stepping down the stair 

    And led me from my lover’s side?

Was I so dear you could not spare 

    The maid to love, the child to play,

But coming always unaware, 

    Must bid and beckon me away?

Oh! Sorrow, Sorrow is my bed

    So wide and warm that you must lie

Upon it; toss your weary head

    And stir my slumber with your sigh?

I left my love at your behest,

    I waved your little boughs of yew,

But Sorrow, Sorrow let me rest,

    For oh! I cannot sleep with you!

Sorrow -- David Bowie (from Pin-Ups) (Link)

Paintings by Algernon Newton (1880-1968) :

A. Summer Afternoon Over Bayswater

B. Evening Sky Over Church Street

C. Canal Scene, Maida Vale

D. In Kensington