Sadness and Joy
- I PRAY you, Sadness, leave me soon,
- In sweet invention thou art poor!
- Thy sister, Joy can make ten songs
- While thou art making four.
- One hour with thee is sweet enough;
- But when we find the whole day gone
- And no created thing is left --
- We mourn the evil done.
- Thou art too slow to shape thy thoughts
- In stone, on canvas, or in song;
- But Joy, being full of active heat,
- Must do some deed ere long.
- Thy sighs are gentle, sweet thy tears;
- But if thou canst not help a man
- To prove in substance what he feels --
- Then givve me Joy, who can.
- Therefore sweet Sadness, leave me soon,
- Let thy bright sister, Joy, come more;
- For she can make ten lovely songs
- While thou art making four.
- W.H. Davies
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Beautiful!
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