William Blake - The Smile

William Blake - The Smile  
There is a smile of love,
And there is a smile of deceit,
And there is a smile of smiles
In which these two smiles meet.

And there is a frown of hate,
And there is a frown of disdain,
And there is a frown of frowns
Which you strive to forget in vain,

For it sticks in the heart's deep core
And it sticks in the deep backbone
And no smile that ever was smil'd,
But only one smile alone,

That betwixt (уст. между) the cradle and grave
It only once smil'd can be;
And, when it once is smil'd,
There's an end to all misery.