|From Poems of Experience (1917)|
They prize not most the opulence of June
Who from the year’s beginning to its close
Dwell, where unfading verdure tireless grows,
And where sweet summer’s harp is kept in tune.
We must have listened to the winter’s rune,
And felt impatient longings for the rose,
Ere its full radiance on our vision glows,
Or with its fragrant soul, we can commune.
Not they most prize life’s blessings, and delights,
Who walk in safe and sunny paths alway.
But those, who, groping in the darkness, borrow
Pale rays from hope, to lead them through the night,
And in the long, long watches wait for day.
He knows not joy who has not first known sorrow.
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