What can be more beautiful than poems? Maybe only sincere smile? Well smile comes without our force but poems and literature world is waiting for us. Some beautiful poems to make you day. Hope that you will enjoy that.

Song: How sweet I roam'd from field to field

BY WILLIAM BLAKE

How sweet I roam'd from field to field,

         And tasted all the summer's pride,

'Till I the prince of love beheld,

         Who in the sunny beams did glide!

He shew'd me lilies for my hair,

         And blushing roses for my brow;

He led me through his gardens fair,

         Where all his golden pleasures grow.

With sweet May dews my wings were wet,

         And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage;

He caught me in his silken net,

         And shut me in his golden cage.

He loves to sit and hear me sing,

         Then, laughing, sports and plays with me;

Then stretches out my golden wing,

         And mocks my loss of liberty.

Self Pity

D.E. Lawrence 

I never saw a wild thing
sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.