Uma Gray's poem pictures sorrow as an angel, and the first thing to notice is how beautiful she is. She is "like a golden statue," "dripping with sunlight," so the image starts out radiant and almost holy. But the last two lines undercut that glow. The angel rests in "a pool of tears," her wings are shattered, and her eyes are broken. She is lovely, but she is also ruined.
The speaker never says "I feel," yet the feeling comes through in how carefully the scene is described. There seems to be tenderness here, even awe, as if sorrow deserves to be looked at rather than hurried past. Making sorrow an angel suggests that grief can have a strange dignity.
The mood is quiet, still, and sad. A statue doesn't move, and the angel can't fly, so everything feels frozen in a moment of stunned heartbreak. The gold and sunlight make that sadness feel almost precious, like something fragile you'd be afraid to touch.