Not love to be as happy as I am
When it is constant and surrounds me? Why
Should I pretend I do not give a damn
About a happiness that's all around,
Enveloping and cushioning my life?
Why should I prefer the sudden rushing sound
Of joy brought in in danger, storm, and strife
Over the constant heartbeat of the same
Brought forth in warmth and stillness? Is it worse
Somehow to joy without much stress or shame?
Is that somehow no worthy source of verse?
I'll write my heart, and therein comfort lies;
Still joy, though without startle or surprise.
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