Lo, I am happy, for my eyes have seen <br />Joy glowing here before me, face to face; <br />His wings were arched above me for a space, <br />I kissed his lips, no bitter came between. <br />The air is vibrant where his feet have been, <br />And full of song and color is his place. <br />His wondrous presence sheds about a grace <br />That lifts and hallows all that once was mean. <br />I may not sorrow for I saw the light, <br />Tho' I shall walk in valley ways for long, <br />I still shall hear the echo of the song,— <br />My life is measured by its one great height. <br />Joy holds more grace than pain can ever give, <br />And by my glimpse of joy my soul shall live.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-joy-2/
