Author Mary Elizabeth Coleridge Two differing sorrows made these eyes grow dim:—Woe, for which all must weep, while weep they can,And that more poignant anguish known to him—Whose grief's the jest of every other man. 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