When I go back to earth <br />And all my joyous body <br />Puts off the red and white <br />That once had been so proud, <br />If men should pass above <br />With false and feeble pity, <br />My dust will find a voice <br />To answer them aloud: <br /> <br />"Be still, I am content, <br />Take back your poor compassion -- <br />Joy was a flame in me <br />Too steady to destroy. <br />Lithe as a bending reed <br />Loving the storm that sways her -- <br />I found more joy in sorrow <br />Than you could find in joy."<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-answer/
