Half the night I waste in sighs, Half in dreams I sorrow after The delight of early skies; In a wakeful dose I sorrow For the hand, the lips, the eyes, For the meeting of the morrow, The delight of happy laughter, The delight of low replies.

Alfred Tennyson
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this is a poem by Francis Thompson that few have ever read. It expresses the idea that people waste half their lives being sad because of the things they cannot have. The poem says you shouldn’t waste your time being sad, but you should use that time to be happy.

Source: Maud, And Other Poems

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