What is happiness to me? Fragile, tiny, furtive things, Gossamers, with fairy wings Held with my heart a breath, Just a memory, until death. What is happiness, who knows? Whence it comes and where it goes, Just a whispering, so brief, Like the falling of a leaf. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DINNER IN A QUICK LUNCH ROOM by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET WHEN THE SPEED COMES by ROBERT FROST A PARADOX by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN LOVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO SAMUEL COLERIDGE UPON HEARING HIS 'SOME I FEEL LIKE A MOTHERLESS..' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |