I was thinking I might post something of my own from my old blog this week. However, since I’ve been busy doing other kinds of writing (the kind that makes a sane person’s eyes glaze over when reading), and I feel somewhat saturated, I don’t feel like going over my old posts right now (since reposting would require at least rudimentary quality checking). Anyways, I found another poem from someone I had posted a long time back in my old blog. Its also about happiness, like the previous poem I posted. Here goes… I liked it quite a bit, hope you like it too!
GLADNESS
The world has brought not anything
To make me glad to-day!
The swallow had a broken wing,
And after all my journeying
There was no water in the spring–
My friend has said me nay.
But yet somehow I needs must sing
As on a luckier day.
Dusk fails as gray as any tear,
There is no hope in sight!
But something in me seems so fair,
That like a star I needs must wear
A safety made of shining air
Between me and the night.
Such inner weavings do I wear
All fashioned of delight!
I need not for these robes of mine
The loveliness of earth,
But happenings remote and fine
Like threads of dreams will blow and shine
In gossamer and crystalline,
And I was glad from birth.
So even while my eyes repine,
My heart is clothed in mirth.
_Anna Hempstead Branch._
), and posted it 
. Hope you like it too!
