Classic Poem

Happiness, happiness,
Lovely, little flower,
But alas! Oh, alas!
Oh, sorrow! Oh, sorrow!
Blowing winds scatter thee,
Rushing waters scatter thee:
Alas! Oh, alas!
No roots give thee power.

Oh, sorrow! oh, sorrow!
Thou bitterest root!
Never showing on thy stem
Blossom, leaf or fruit.
The heart must break in many a sigh,
E'er grief its bitterness may dry!
There must flow, oh, many a tear,
To dissolve this root, all sere.