The Skies The skies are crying, and I laugh— That clouds could burst in tears, And weep upon the grassy path, That every sound appears. \nYet from these rain-drops spring the laugh, And blossoms all the way, And whether misty joys past laugh— I feel the life of day. \nAh, grey brings every laugh anew, And life is crown’d with praise; For each must with the daily dew Awake upon their ways.

• George Meredith