Italian Sonnet

When kindly words fail to alleviate

What I, in grief, cannot but torment name

Do not withdraw or empathy constrain

But keenly note what I would fabricate

In weak attempts to carefully create

A world without my wilderness of pain;

And having glimpsed tumultuous terrain,

I beg thee go in prayer to supplicate.

For earnest words to greater powers sent

Are sweeter than the temporary pride

Obtained from wit or tenderness applied

To fest’ring woes that cannot be content

With any but the tenderest of balms,

The ointment dripping from his piercéd palms.