O NEVER laugh again! Laughter is dead, Deep hiding in her grave, A sacred thing. O never laugh again, Never take hands and run Through the wild streets, Or sing, Glad in the sun: For she, the immortal sweetness of all sweets, Took laughter with her When she went away With sleep. O never laugh again! Ours but to weep, Ours but to pray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TREKKING THE HILLS OF NORTHERN THAILAND by KAREN SWENSON ON A PROPOSED TRIP SOUTH by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS A RECIPE FOR SALAD by SYDNEY SMITH IDYLL 11. THE CYCLOPS by THEOCRITUS BEAUTY by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |