THIS is the red, red region <br />Your heart must journey through: <br />Your pains will here be legion <br />And joy be death for you. <br /> <br /> <br />Rejoice to-day: to-morrow <br />A turning tide shall flow <br />Through infinite tones of sorrow <br />To reach an equal woe. <br /> <br /> <br />You pass by love unheeding <br />To gain the goal you long— <br />But my heart, my heart is bleeding: <br />I cannot sing this song.<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mid-world/
