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AN you judge a smile who is gay, Nor once be misled by the token? I know that I laughed aloud one day, From a heart that was almost broken.

But my laughter rang false, do you say? Or tears followed very soon after. You are wrong for I wept not that day, And my laugh was the merriest laughter.

That my grief was not deep, you maintain, Since I found it so easy to cover; But I tell you I writhed with the pain, And one writhes not when anguish is over.

For my own part I scarcely believe That sighing can only mean sadness; And I wholly misdoubt, you perceive, That laughter must always prove gladness.

Are you sure it is grief when a tear starts? Can you trust smiles of mirth in all places? If aught can be falser than human hearts, It must surely be human faces!