A SONG OF LAUGHTER

The stars with their laughter are shaken; The long waves laugh at sea; And the little Imp of Laughter Laughs in the soul of me.

I know the guffaw of a tempest, The mirth of a blossom and bud— But I laugh when I think of how Cuchulain laughed At the crows with their bills in his blood. The mother laughs low at her baby, The bridegroom with joy in his bride— And I think that Christ laughed when they Took Him with staves On the night before He died.