Classic Poem

Oh , sorrow, sorrow, say where dost thou dwell? Ans.:
In the lowest room of hell. Quest.:
Art thou born of human race? Ans.:
No, no, I have a fury's face. Quest.:
Art thou in city, town, or court? Ans.:
I to every place resort. Quest.:
Oh, why into the world is sorrow sent? Ans.:
Men afflicted best repent. Quest.:
What does thou feed on? Ans.:
Broken sleep. Quest.:
What takest thou pleasure in? Ans.:
To weep.
To sigh, to sob, to pine, to groan,
To wring my hands, to sit alone. Quest.:
Oh when, oh when shall sorrow quiet have? Ans.:
Never, never, never, never,
Never till she finds a grave.