Classic Poem

The grief in another's eyes overpowers me like a gentle master. And willingly I wear another's fetters, and willingly I bear another's grief .
Yet so much sorrow comes to subdue the black crown of my head! So I tear away link after link and cast off all the fetters .
I am a weary apple-tree, rooted in soil up to the hip. And as the tree casts apples — so I cast songs like apples around me .