No, I will smile no more. If but for pride And the high record of these days of pain, I will not be as these, the uncrucified Who idly live and find life's pleasures vain. The garment of my life is rent in twain, Parted by love and pity. Some have died Of a less hurt than 'twas my luck to gain, And live with God, nor dare I be denied. No, I will smile no more. Love's touch of pleasure Shall be as tears to me, fair words as gall, The sun as blackness, friends as a false measure, And Spring's blithe pageant on this earthly ball, If it should brag, shall earn from me no praise But silence only to my end of days. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JAMES GARBER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WATERS OF BABYLON by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE SHADOWY WATERS: A DRAMATIC POEM by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS SONNET by MICHELANGELO BUONARROTI APOLOGIA PRO POEMATE MEO by WILFRED OWEN |