Sonnet 45 'Nobody Wants a Well, When I Am Sad'

Nobody wants a well, when I am sad, A few drops are enough to bring on rain! This realm's sorrows -- enough to drive us mad! Nobody needs the bottom of the drain! I ask my heart, 'what new gift shall we bring?' And then, I wait for answers in the calm (Loud shouts come when I hear but storm and sting!) And then, a butterfly lights on my palm: 'She was my Joy!' its wings whisper to me, 'And I must wait awhile, until we touch. We played together often, now a sea Has washed our sand-castles, and not left much. I'll need to live now, in another place, Perhaps the elves will build me one, by Grace!'