Author Isabel Ecclestone Mackay I BURIED Joy; and early to the tomb I came to weep--so sorrowful was I Who had not dreamed that Joy, my Joy, could die. I turned away, and by my side stood Joy All glorified--ah, so ashamed was I Who dared to dream that Joy, my Joy, could die! Tags Short Poems 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