Classic Poem

“To look on happiness through others' eyes,”
So mused I, not without a secret pain,
For lovers passed me in the twilight lane,
As arm in arm they murmured soft replies.
How sweetly Love can gild the winsome lies
Whispered in Youth! But oh! to us in vain
He calls, if in our heart that barb remain,—
“To look on happiness through others' eyes.”
Joy is a jewel-casket locked to Age,
Youth and Love only have the golden key;
Bliss is a bubble, bursting as it flies:
Now evening comes, and what is left to me?
This is the pathos of life's pilgrimage,—
“To look on happiness through others' eyes.”