WHEN I think sometimes of old griefs I had, Of sorrows that once seemed too harsh to bear, And youth's resolve to never more be glad, I laugh -- and do not care. When I think sometimes of the joy I knew, The gay, glad laughter ere my heart grew wise, The trivial happiness that seemed so true -- The tears are in my eyes. Time -- Time the cynic -- how he mocks us all! And yet to-day I can but think him right: Ah heart, the old joy is so tragical And the old grief so light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VOLUNTEER by HERBERT HENRY ASQUITH TO HIS WIFE ON THE 16TH ANNIVERSARY OF HER WEDDING DAY, WITH A RING by SAMUEL BISHOP SUMTER by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL A,B,C by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY TO THE MEMORY OF THE BRAVE AMERICANS UNDER GENERAL GREENE by PHILIP FRENEAU THE YARN OF THE 'NANCY BELL' by WILLIAM SCHWENCK GILBERT SNOW IN THE SUBURBS by THOMAS HARDY |