Heart's-joy must fade . . . though it borrow Heaven's azure for its clay: But the Joy that is one with Sorrow, Treads an immortal way: For each, is born To-morrow, For each, is Yesterday. Joy that is clothed with shadow Shall arise from the dead: But Joy that is clothed with the rainbow Shall with the bow be sped: . . . Where the Sun spends his fires is she, And where the Stars are led. |