Reading poems and quotes seem to be my latest passion. I feel delighted and at the same time rejuvenated when I go through a poem or a quote. Recently, while I was going through a book - Vedanta Treatise I read a poem titled "Solitude" written by Ella Wheeler Wilcox.
I believe that every author or poet has some moral to convey to its readers from his/her writings. I don’t know what is the actual intension of poet behind writing this poem but, while reciting the lines of this poem - I felt a strange content in my heart, so decided to post this poem in my blog.
The lines of the poem go like this:
Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone ;
For the brave old earth must borrow its mirth,
It has sorrows enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh! it is lost in the air;
The echoes do bound a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.
Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all;
There is none to decline your nectar'd wine,
But all alone you must drink life's gall.
Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a long and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.