Selections from the American Poets/Joy and Sorrow
JOY AND SORROW.
Joy kneels, at morning's rosy prime, In worship to the rising sun;But Sorrow loves the calmer time, When the day-god his course hath run:When Night is in her shadowy car, Pale Sorrow wakes while Joy doth sleep;And, guided by the evening star, She wanders forth to muse and weep.
Joy loves to cull the summer flower, And wreath it round his happy brow;But when the dark autumnal hour Hath laid the leaf and blossom low;When the frail bud hath lost its worth, And Joy hath dash'd it from his crest,Then Sorrow takes it from the earth, To wither on her wither'd breast.