There are far deeper things than surface joy
Which is a pleasant bubble on the mind's
Great ocean. Underneath dark things destroy
Each other - or, the happier man finds,
Warm vents diffuse a kind of liquid smile
That lets a deep contentment feed and grow.
I had not known things could live in this style
Until I by some good fate came to know
Her and her love. For lo, she led me down
Into those depths, and showed me how they pump
Their joy into even the darkest frown,
The lowest moment, or the deepest dump
And how to feed from them and find content
Even when the surface pods of joy are spent.
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