Laugh, and the world laughs with you, Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer, Sigh, it is lost on the air; The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care. Rejoice, and men will seek you, Grieve, and they turn and go; They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many, Be sad, and you lose them all; There are none to decline your nectared wine, But alone you must drink life's gall. Feast, and your halls are crowded, Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die; For there is room in the halls of pleasure For a long and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS IN MEMORY OF THE AUTHOR OF OBERMANN by MATTHEW ARNOLD POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY by ROBERT BURNS I SAW A STABLE by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE ROSE AYLMER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE NINE LITTLE GOBLINS by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY FOR A DEAD LADY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON CLANCY OF THE MOUNTED POLICE by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE |