I know it’s been awhile, but I just read the most beautiful poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox, and I wanted to share. This breathtaking piece follows the soothing melody of a nursery rhyme, but has a great and terrible beauty to it. Perhaps it may appear a bit gloomy for a Friday afternoon, but Wilcox’s truth and personal pain rings through so beautifully in it. Enjoy!
Solitude
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone.
For the sad old earth must borrow it’s mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air.
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go.
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all.
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life’s gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.
Heart-wretching honesty. Loved it. Thank you for sharing..
Hiba,
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& on a side note, please don’t stop blogging… Do it more often. You’re genuinely a good one 😉 xx
very beautiful , Sara
I agree – this has a terrible beauty.
We (your readers) have missed you! So glad to see you again. 🙂
That was lovely! I enjoyed it and related to it a lot! TY for sharing it. Your messages always brighten my day, and remind me to embrace all the good life has to offer – all the treats it has for us!
XXOO