Sonnet Pathetique

SONNET PATHETIQUE So sad Peter Ilyich; such anguished strife! What is the tragic loss for which you grieve An unforgot dark chapter in your life So you must wear your heart upon your sleeve That noble face that should exult your art Betrays a tortured soul unversed with joy In music, minor key takes greater part D’you fear that signs of happiness would cloy Yet oft, light breaks the gloom of dark dimension Penumbra, pierced by ray of bliss, dispersed And we discern the soul of your invention Who bless the days you o’er this world traversed That in our hearts it should have given gladness For such sublime, exquisite, beauteous sadness