William Cowper

There is a pleasure in poetic pains,
Which only poets know.

There is a pleasure in poetic pains,
Which only poets know.

His mind his kingdom, and his will his law.

His mind his kingdom, and his will his law.

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees,
Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees,
Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.

Dream after dream ensues;
And still they dream that they shall still succeed;
And still are disappointed.

Dream after dream ensues;
And still they dream that they shall still succeed;
And still are disappointed.

Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.

Thus happiness depends, as nature shows, less on exterior things than most suppose.