Is not all rapture wrought of pain?
Unweeping you rejoice in vain.
There is no smile without a tear;
There is no courage without fear.
Therefore, my love, if you would live
You first must lose and then must give,
You first must dream and then may sleep;
There is no wasting save to keep,—
So when the flowers in your eyes
Have proved by death that nothing dies,
Your gold forlorn has turned to grey,
Victorious you still shall say:
"I've known all torment, felt all bliss,
Each burning tear, each icy kiss,
And hopeless hope and fearless fear,
Reason enthronèd, thought austere.
Fashioned of folly, I am wise;
Out of my joys I've stolen sighs;
With broken bits I've built a heart.
There is no whole without a part.
Though tears and laughter dim my eyes
I've taught the setting sun to rise;
Though life be tired and love be old,
My dream is dreamt, my tale is told."
Unweeping you rejoice in vain.
There is no smile without a tear;
There is no courage without fear.
Therefore, my love, if you would live
You first must lose and then must give,
You first must dream and then may sleep;
There is no wasting save to keep,—
So when the flowers in your eyes
Have proved by death that nothing dies,
Your gold forlorn has turned to grey,
Victorious you still shall say:
"I've known all torment, felt all bliss,
Each burning tear, each icy kiss,
And hopeless hope and fearless fear,
Reason enthronèd, thought austere.
Fashioned of folly, I am wise;
Out of my joys I've stolen sighs;
With broken bits I've built a heart.
There is no whole without a part.
Though tears and laughter dim my eyes
I've taught the setting sun to rise;
Though life be tired and love be old,
My dream is dreamt, my tale is told."
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