Red Leaf on Vintage Music

We look before and after,
And pine for what is not;
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest song are those that tell of
saddest thought.

Yet if we could scorn
Hate and pride and fear;
If we were things born
Not to shed a tear,
I know not how thy joy we ever should come
near.

Percy Bysshe Shelley