Explore "Some Verses: Sonnets: THE SCARLET THREAD" by Helen Hay Whitney on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
The sun rose dimly thro' the pallid rain, / Dear Heart -- and have we strength to face the day? / The times and life alike are old and grey, / All worn with long monotonies of pain.
Lo -- we are working out the curse of Cain, / Who never felt the fire of passion's sway.
Ah -- show us crimson in some tragic way / That we may live! -- Fate laughed in her disdain.
A thread of scarlet clashed upon mine eyes / Hung for a moment and was swept behind, / And blankly I beheld the hopeless skies / For day by contrast now is grimmest night -- / Remembering light as do the newly blind / I pray for death to hide the bitter sight.