A little honey! Ay, a little sweet,
A little pleasure when the years were young,
A joyous measure trod by dancing feet,
A tale of folly told by a loved tongue.
These are the things by which our hearts are wrung
More than by tears. Oh, I would rather laugh,
So I had not to choose such tales among
Which was most laughable. Man's nobler half
Resents mere sorrow. I would rather sit
With just the common crowd that watch the play
And mock at harlequin and the clown's wit,
And call it tragedy and go my way.
I should not err, because the tragic part
Lay not in these, but sealed in my own heart.
Esther, A Sonnet Sequence: Iii
Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Poem topics: heart, sorrow, pleasure, sweet, tongue, young, play, honey, laugh, tragic, tragedy, common, measure, watch, choose, crowd, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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