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...TO CERTAIN JOURNEYMEN by CARL SANDBURG REPORT OF AN ADJUDGED CASE, NOT TO BE FOUND IN ANY BOOKS by WILLIAM COWPER SOUTH WIND by SIEGFRIED SASSOON VANITAS VANITATUM, FR. THE DEVIL'S CASE LAW by JOHN WEBSTER INDIGNATION; AN ODE by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE AT THE LATTICE by ALFRED AUSTIN EN PASSANT by EDITH COURTENAY BABBITT |