Inscribed to S.F.S.
They say that lonely sorrows do not chance.
I think it true, and that the cause I know:
A sorrow glideth in a funeral show
Easier than if it broke into a dance.
But I think too, that joy doth joy enhance
As often as an added grief brings low;
And if keen-eyed to see the flowers that grow,
As keen of nerve to feel the thorns that lance
The foot that must walk naked in one way--
Blest by the lily, white from toils and fears,
Oftener than wounded by the thistle-spears,
We should walk upright, bold, and earnest-gay.
I'll tell you how it fared with me one day
After noon in a world, so-called, of tears.
Sonnets I
George Macdonald
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Poem topics: dance, feel, funeral, grief, lonely, sorrow, world, white, bold, chance, true, Valentine's Day, joy, walk, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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