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We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thou
by cmehdy 5y ago
We look before and after,
And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Yet if we could scorn
Hate, and pride, and fear;
If we were things born
Not to shed a tear,
I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
- Percy Bysshe Shelley (contemporary of Schopenhauer), from "To a Skylark"
- nsomaru 5y agoThis poem is so beautiful, thank you. I will study it.