A little honey! Ay, a little sweet, <br />A little pleasure when the years were young, <br />A joyous measure trod by dancing feet, <br />A tale of folly told by a loved tongue. <br />These are the things by which our hearts are wrung <br />More than by tears. Oh, I would rather laugh, <br />So I had not to choose such tales among <br />Which was most laughable. Man's nobler half <br />Resents mere sorrow. I would rather sit <br />With just the common crowd that watch the play <br />And mock at harlequin and the clown's wit, <br />And call it tragedy and go my way. <br />I should not err, because the tragic part <br />Lay not in these, but sealed in my own heart.<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/esther-a-sonnet-sequence-iii/
