English poem
The Young Wife Speaks
by Florence Earle Coates (1850–1927)
Happiness is everywhere!— On the earth and in the air, With the bloom and with the bee, With the bird that wingeth free! Happiness is everywhere!— And it binds my heart to thee.
Everywhere are pain and woe"? Ay, belovéd, that I know: None from grief is wholly free,— It doth even visit me! Yet to grief I something owe, For it closer binds to thee!
Laughter have we shared and tears,— Knowest thou which more endears? Tell me truly! I would be Wise indeed to choose, nor flee Aught in all the gift of years That would bind my heart to thee!