THE happiness that man, whilst prison'd here, <br /> <br />Is wont with heavenly rapture to compare,-- <br />The harmony of Truth, from wavering clear,-- <br /> <br />Of Friendship that is free from doubting care,-- <br />The light which in stray thoughts alone can cheer <br /> <br />The wise,--the bard alone in visions fair,-- <br />In my best hours I found in her all this, <br />And made mine own, to mine exceeding bliss.<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-ever/
