Report, if you have a problem with this page“ We look before and after, And pine for what is not:Our sincerest laughterWith some pain is fraught;Our sweetest songs are those that tell Of saddest thought.Yet if we could scornHate, and pride, and fear;If we were things bornNot to shed a tear,I know not how thy joy we everShould come near. ”
Percy Bysshe Shelley
From : The Skylark and Adonais - With Other Poems
