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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=348201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Sweetness of Life</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=348201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It fell on a day I was happy,<br>And the winds, the concave sky,<br>The flowers and the beasts in the meadow<br>Seemed happy even as I;<br>And I stretched my hands to the meadow,<br>To the bird, the beast, the tree:<br>'Why are ye all so happy?'<br>I cried, and they answered me.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=348201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">What sayest thou, Oh meadow,<br>That stretchest so wide, so far,<br>That none can say how many<br>Thy misty marguerites are?<br>And what say ye, red roses,<br>That o'er the sun-blanched wall<br>From your high black-shadowed trellis<br>Like flame or blood-drops fall?<br>'We are born, we are reared, and we linger<br>A various space and die;<br>We dream, and are bright and happy,<br>But we cannot answer why.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=348201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">What sayest thou, Oh shadow,<br>That from the dreaming hill<br>All down the broadening valley<br>Liest so sharp and still?<br>And thou, Oh murmuring brooklet,<br>Whereby in the noonday gleam<br>The loosestrife burns like ruby,<br>And the branched asters dream?<br>'We are born, we are reared, and we linger<br>A various space and die;<br>We dream and are very happy,<br>But we cannot answer why.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=348201" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And then of myself I questioned,<br>That like a ghost the while<br>Stood from me and calmly answered,<br>With slow and curious smile:<br>'Thou art born as the flowers, and wilt linger<br>Thine own short space and die;<br>Thou dream'st and art strangely happy,<br>But thou canst not answer why.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Archibald+Lampman">Archibald Lampman</a></strong></div>

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