When musing near a quiet stream, Of how true, happy minds are rare; How some men mourn their fleeting days, And still unhappy thoughts they bear; How others fear the loss of wealth, Though much they have above their share; While some men strive in vain for fame, Till pale and lean, and white their hair: 'Poor fools,' thought I, amazed at this -- 'Why should true happy minds be rare? If on these things we set no price, Where is their power to @3make@1 us care? Such cares, invented by ourselves, Have no wise substance anywhere.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROUGE BOUQUET [MARCH 7, 1918] by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER MARTHY VIRGINIA'S HAND [SEPTEMBER 17, 1862] by GEORGE PARSONS LATHROP WILD SWANS by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE GROVES OF BLARNEY by RICHARD ALFRED MILLIKIN NATURAL HISTORY by MOTHER GOOSE SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 119 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |