Author Lionel Pigot Johnson Sighing and grief are all my portion now, Sighing and grief:But thou art somewhere smiling: thou, Like a frail leaf,By winter's mercy spared a little yet, Canst put asideThe coming shadow: happy to forget, How thy companion died. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments