57561: Happiness

<p dir="ltr"> Ever again to breathe pure happiness,<br> So happy that we gave away our toy?<br> We smiled at nothings, needing no caress?<br> Have we not laughed too often since with Joy?<br> Have we not stolen too strange and sorrowful wrongs<br> For her hands' pardoning? The sun may cleanse,<br> And time, and starlight. Life will sing great songs,<br> And gods will show us pleasures more than men's.<br> Yet heaven looks smaller than the old doll's-home,<br> No nestling place is left in bluebell bloom,<br> And the wide arms of trees have lost their scope.<br> The former happiness is unreturning:<br> Boys' griefs are not so grievous as youth's yearning,<br> Boys have no sadness sadder than our hope.</p>