Life's Tragedy

By Paul Laurence Dunbar

It may be misery not to sing at all,

And to go silent through the brimming day;

It maybe misery never to be loved,

But deeper grief than these beset the way.

To sing this 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 it's 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.

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