Author James Joyce Be not sad because all men—Prefer a lying clamour before you:Sweetheart, be at peace again——Can they dishonour you?They are sadder than all tears;—Their lives ascend as a continual sigh.Proudly answer to their tears:—As they deny, deny. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 Average: 5 (2 votes) Rate Log in or register to post comments