Poems About Laughter

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1. At Twilight

   Then I hear your laughter
   At the open door, —
   Brightly burns the fire,
   I need fear no more.
   

   - Bliss Carman
   At Twilight

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   by Bliss Carman

   
   

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   Now the fire is lighted
   On the chimney stone,
   Day goes down the valley,
   I am left alone.
   

   Now the misty purple
   Floods the darkened vale,
   And the stars come out
   On the twilight trail.
   

   The mountain river murmurs
   In his rocky bed,
   And the stealthy shadows
   Fill the house with dread.
   

   Then I hear your laughter
   At the open door, —
   Brightly burns the fire,
   I need fear no more.
   

2. Humor

   by Amos Russel Wells

   
   

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   Grayness of cold in the woods and the sky,
   Bitter of cold in the twilight's breath;
   Dark the desolate pastures lie;
   Hushed the home with the hush of death
   

   Lo! in a window a glow of light,—
   Marvel of changes! The magic ray
   Warms and gladdens the heart of night,
   And all the world is relieved and gay.
   

   Thus, when living is cold and drear,
   Thus, when heaven and hope are at strife,
   Thus the gleam of thy household cheer,—
   Humor, the light in the window of life!
   

3. The Song Shop

   by Annette Wynne

   
   

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   Tink, tink, tink,
   Hear the pretty pieces clink.
   How the busy worker sings
   As his tiny hammer rings.
   Little songs are fashioned so,
   Placed all sweetly in a row.
   Stars and colored bits of glass,
   Look in, children, as you pass;
   See, the songsmith's happy things,
   Bells, and laughs, and fairy wings;
   Silver-dreams and dreams of gold—
   (Songsmith, are you really old?—
   Making pretty songs all day—
   Are you really old and gray?)
   Tink, tink, tink,
   We can hear the chink;
   Pretty songs are fashioned so,
   Placed all sweetly in a row.
   See the songsmith's happy things—
   Bells and laughs and fairy wings,
   Stars, and all-assorted things.
   

4. The Source

   by Adelaide Crapsey

   Thou hast
   Drawn laughter from
   A well of secret tears
   And thence so elvish it rings,—mocking
   And sweet:
   

   Laugh, and the world laughs with you,
   Weep, and you weep alone;
   For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
   But has trouble enough of its own.
   

   – Ella Wheeler Wilcox
   Solitude

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