Poem by Robinson Jeffers

Joy

Though joy is better than sorrow, joy is not great;
Peace is great, strength is great.
Not for joy the stars burn, not for joy the vulture
Spreads her gray sails on the air
Over the mountain; not for joy the worn mountain
Stands, while years like water
Trench his long sides. “I am neither mountain nor bird
Nor star; and I seek joy.”
The weakness of your breed: yet at length quietness
Will cover those wistful eyes.

1. Song of Quietness
2. To Helen about Her Hair
3. The Place for No Story
4. Wonder and Joy
5. October Evening

Sara Teasdale Joy ("I am wild, I will sing to the trees")

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