Pleasure and Sorrow
Sometimes great gems can be found in the comments section. Like the following poem, which I stumbled across while reading an incredible entry on loss and grief from Dear Sugar (thanks, inthebelljar!).
"Along the Road"
I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chatted all the way;
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow
And ne’er a word said she;
But, oh! The things I learned from her,
When Sorrow walked with me.
--Robert Browning Hamilton, father of poet Virginia Hamilton Adair (who herself was not published until she was 83)
"Along the Road"
I walked a mile with Pleasure;
She chatted all the way;
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow
And ne’er a word said she;
But, oh! The things I learned from her,
When Sorrow walked with me.
--Robert Browning Hamilton, father of poet Virginia Hamilton Adair (who herself was not published until she was 83)