Author W. E. Henley A SIGH sent wrong, A kiss that goes astray, A sorrow the years endlong— So they say. So let it be— Come the sorrow, the kiss, the sigh! They are life, dear life, all three, Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments