Poems (E. L. F.)/What is happiness?
WHAT IS HAPPINESS?
A shadow that flits from the gaze,Like evening's departing rays. O'er mountains of sorrow It fades from our sight, And the heart then must borrow A fainter light.
'Tis a dream of the weary soul,Where bright visions, without control, One moment will hover; Then, hast'ning away, Leave the bosom for ever To sick'ning decay.
'Tis a wave of the silvery tide,From our grasp it for ever doth glide; And it leaves not a trace Of the light that is gone, O'er the resting-place Where its brightness shone.