<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=554604" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Grief sat beside the fount of tears</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Grief sat beside the fount of tears,<br>And dipt her garland in it,<br>While all the paly flowers she wears<br>Grew fainter every minute.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Joy gamboled by the other side,<br>In gay and artless guise,<br>And to her gloomy sister cried,<br>With laughter in her eyes--</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>``Oh! prithee leave that stupid task,<br>That melancholy fountain;<br>I go in Pleasure's sun to bask,<br>Or dance up Fancy's mountain.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>``Insolent fooler!--go--beware,''<br>Said Grief, in moody tone,<br>``How thus you frivolously dare<br>Approach my solemn throne!''</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And then, on Joy's fair wreath she threw,<br>With sideward glance of malice,<br>Some drops of that embitter'd dew<br>Fresh from a poison'd chalice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>But Joy laugh'd on;--``In vain, in vain<br>You try to blight one flower;<br>That which you meant for fatal bane<br>Shall prove my brightest dower:--</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>``Friendship and Love on every leaf<br>Shall wear the pearly toy,<br>And all, who shrink from tears of Grief,<br>Shall pray for tears of Joy.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Richard+Monckton+Milnes+Houghton">Richard Monckton Milnes Houghton</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=554604" data-title="Grief sat beside the fount of tears de Richard Monckton Milnes Houghton" data-description="Grief sat beside the fount of tears, And dipt her garland in it, While all the paly flowers she wears Grew fainter every minute. Joy gamboled by the other side, In gay and artless guise, And to her gloomy sister cried, With laughter in her eyes-..."></div> </div> </div>

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