Antitheta

Lo, Death and Sorrow and Pain are sweet,
And Life and Pleasure and Joy are good,
And these are one and as one shall meet,
When all we feel shall be understood.

Then lift thy face unto Sorrow's rain,
Yea, deem it sweet as the spring's young breath,
Stoop low and drink of the pool of Pain,
Dip thy Life's urn in the well of Death.

For Bliss is painlike, and Pain is bliss,
And Love must weep till the dawn of day.
Then Death shall waken at Life's warm kiss,
And Joy wed Sorrow in smiles for aye.
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