新东方摘取梦想的启明星 28 Solitude

　　Solitude

　　--Ella Wheeler Wilcox

　　Laugh, and the world laughs with you;

　　Weep, and you weep alone.

　　For the sad old earth must borrow it"s mirth,

　　But has trouble enough of it"s own.

　　Sing, and the hills will answer;

　　Sigh, it is lost on the air.

　　The echoes bound to a joyful sound,

　　But shrink from voicing care.

　　Rejoice, and men will seek you;

　　Grieve, and they turn and go.

　　They want full measure of all your pleasure,

　　But they do not need your woe.

　　Be glad, and your friends are many;

　　Be sad, and you lose them all.

　　There are none to decline your nectared wine,

　　But alone you must drink life"s gall.

　　Feast, and your halls are crowded;

　　Fast, and the world goes by.

　　Succeed and give, and it helps you live,

　　But no man can help you die.

　　There is room in the halls of pleasure.

　　For a long and lordly train,

　　But one by one we must all file on,

　　Through the narrow aisles of pain.