Joy is but sorrow, While we know It ends to-morrow: ''" Even so I Joy with lifted veil Shows a face as pale As the fair changing moon so fair and frail. Pain is but pleasure, If we know It heaps up treasure: ''" Even so! Turn, transfigured Pain, Sweetheart, turn again. For fair thou art as moonrise after rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CORONAL by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE TENTH MUSE: THE VANITY OF ALL WORLDLY THINGS by ANNE BRADSTREET THE FLOWER OF BEAUTY by GEORGE DARLEY THE GORSE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE SUMMONS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |