Happiness in its entirety,
Has hidden itself so well,
Never has it shown itself to man,
For fear that he would tell.
If he saw more than a peek,
How terrible it would be!
Not precious at all--but known to many,
Then give me misery!
Happiness in it's entirety
Never has it shown itself to man
Then Give me misery!
Not precious at all -- but known to many,
Then give me misery!
I found this verse a bit too long and it slightly disrupted the poem's rhythm. Perhaps you should cut this down a bit in terms of length:Never has it shown itself to man
I found this verse a bit too long and it slightly disrupted the poem's rhythm. Perhaps you should cut this down a bit in terms of length:Never has it shown itself to man
I found this verse a bit too long and it slightly disrupted the poem's rhythm. Perhaps you should cut this down a bit in terms of length:Never has it shown itself to man
I found this verse a bit too long and it slightly disrupted the poem's rhythm. Perhaps you should cut this down a bit in terms of length:Never has it shown itself to man