I have known sorrow; I have known laughter, Echoing up to the highest rafter; I have known sweet, and the bitter after. I have known falsehood's thrusting dagger; The hurt of defeat and the boaster's swagger; I have known hunger's uncertain stagger. But I have listened, expectant still, To hear the spring wind, sweet and shrill, Singing over the woodland hill. And I have seen a white filagree Of mist, on the pale anemone, And a crescent moon in the apple tree. And I have walked a fragrant lane Through falling plum bloom in the rain And known a beauty that was pain. I have learned this: That sorrow and weeping Scarcely abide the night's deep sleeping, But the lovely things are for our keeping! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHITE HOUSE by CLAUDE MCKAY OVERTONES by WILLIAM ALEXANDER PERCY IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 30 by ALFRED TENNYSON A SPIRITUAL AND WELL-ORDERED MIND by HENRY ALFORD THE FRONTIER GUARD by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG TO S-----D (2) by WILLIAM BLAKE AS MANY STARS by MATHILDE BLIND |