Shayari Bazar

Happiness Makes Up in Height For What It Lacks in LengthOh, stormy stormy world,The days you were not swirledAround with mist and cloud,Or wrapped as in a shroud,And the sun’s brilliant ballWas not in part or allObscured from mortal view—Were days so very fewI can but wonder whenceI get the lasting senseOf so much warmth and light.If my mistrust is rightIt may be altogetherFrom one day’s perfect weather,When starting clear at dawn,The day swept clearly onTo finish clear at eve.I verily believeMy fair impression mayBe all from that one dayNo shadow crossed but oursAs through its blazing flowersWe went from house to woodFor change of solitude.