The Complete Poems

by William Blake

Even in childhood, sorrow slept with me in my cradle; he followed me up and down in the house when I grew up; he was my school-fellow: thus he was in my steps and in my play, till he became to me as my brother. I walked through dreary places with him, and in church-yards; and oft I found myself sitting by Sorrow on a tomb-stone."

There is a smile of love, And there is a smile of deceit, And there is a smile of smiles In which these two smiles meet;