Life's Tragedy
It may be misery not to sing at all And to go silent through the brimming day. It may be sorrow never to be loved, But deeper griefs than these beset the way. To have come near to sing the perfect song And only by a half-tone lost the key, There is the potent sorrow, there the grief, The pale, sad staring of life's tragedy. To have just missed the perfect love, Not the hot passion of untempered youth, But that which lays aside its vanity And gives thee, for thy trusting worship, truth-- This, this it is to be accursed indeed; For if we mortals love, or if we sing, We count our joys not by the things we have, But by what kept us from the perfect thing.
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"It may be misery not to sing at all..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Paul Laurence Dunbar delivers a powerful performance in "Life's Tragedy"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...