Sadness, let me rest

Here comes the gentle sadness
into which I slip so gladly,
away from the happy mistress
who never stays with me eternally.

Here I rest with the black veiled lady
showing me the triviality of life and joy
busy I am drinking the cup of state sorry
lowest rung, where nothing to destroy.

"Dear comrade, look within happy faces
all you find is my mark so gracious
world is to be sad and not for joy or merry
alas, this world seeks happiness madly."

I nod my head in submission for thee
sadness fill every inch of me,
let not a child's chuckle or lover's whisper
enter this heart of mine forever.

Brand me, my new mistress wise
with scorn on face and view cynical
for you are true, happiness is a vice
from which I run away into thy valley dismal.