I'll Not Confer With Sorrow
I'll not confer with Sorrow Till to-morrow; But Joy shall have her way This very day. Ho, eglantine and cresses For her tresses!-- Let Care, the beggar, wait Outside the gate. Tears if you will--but after Mirth and laughter; Then, folded hands on breast And endless rest.
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"I'll not confer with Sorrow..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Thomas Bailey Aldrich delivers a powerful performance in "I'll Not Confer With Sorrow"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...