"How Small The Thread That Holds Up Happiness"

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Title:     "How Small The Thread That Holds Up Happiness"
Author: John Presland [More Titles by Presland]

How small the thread that holds up happiness;
But one frail life between the dark and me,
Your life, dear love--and here I seem to see
You whimsically smile, that I confess
The whole round world, with its vast energy,
Its summers, and its sunshine, and its aims,
Its splendid hopes, the faith that unquenched, flames
--All sunk into the compass of you and me.
Yes, you are right, the single leaves that fall
Mar not the summer; do I think one leaf
Denudes a forest?--We are nought at all.
Yet the bereaved small bird within the tree
May break its heart above its nest for grief
--And perhaps this must happen, love, to me.

[The end]
John Presland's poem: "How Small The Thread That Holds Up Happiness"

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