Life’s Tragedy
Life’s Tragedy

Life’s Tragedy

Life’s Tragedy

It may be misery not to sing at all,
And to go silent through the brimming day;
It may be misery never to be loved,
But deeper griefs than these beset the way.

To sing the perfect song,
And by a half-tone lost the key,
There the potent sorrow, there the grief,
The pale, sad staring of Life’s Tragedy.

To have come near to the perfect love,
Not the hot passion of untempered youth,
But that which lies aside its vanity,
And gives, for thy trusting worship, truth.

This, this indeed is to be accursed,
For if we mortals love, or if we sing,
We count our joys not by what we have,
But by what kept us from that perfect thing.

5 Comments

  1. Beautiful poem, Mihrank. Very poignant. And let me say this–I love that you rhymed. To me, a poem is like a song, made up not of just words but also HOW the strung-together words sound when read. So much of modern poetry doesn’t rhyme, and to me, that’s a loss. Where is the music of the words?
    Please continue making lovly music with your poetry. 😊
    And I wish to thank you for stoping by my blog, following, and liking some of what you read.
    Kathy

    1. Kathy – Please allow me to thank you for such wonderful words and comments, I am very glad to read your blogs, post and introduction. It is such beautiful and brings me good way to learn more. May God Bless you and I look forward to hearing from you!

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