Dagens dikt: The way of the world av Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Flera fraser i denna dikten är ju välkända, men man ser dem inte så ofta ihop. 

 

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    Weep, and you weep alone ; 
For the brave old earth must borrow its mirth, 
    It has troubles enough of its own. 
Sing, and the hills will answer, 
    Sigh ! it is lost on the air ; 
The echoes rebound 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 dont want your woe. 
Be glad and your friends are many, 
    Be sad and you lose them all ; 
There are none to decline your nectard wine, 
    But alone you must drink lifes 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 
    Thro the narrow aisles of pain.

 

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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