O, in a world of men and women, Where all things seemed so strange to me, And speech the common world called human For me was a vain mimicry, I thought-O, am I one in sorrow? Or is the world more quick to hide Their pain with raiment that they borrow From pleasure in the house of pride? O joy of mine, O longed-for stranger, How I would greet you if you came: In the world's joys I've been a ranger, In my world sorrow is their name. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES FINIS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON POSSUM SONG (A WARNING) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON AUGUST MOONRISE by SARA TEASDALE LIFE [AND DEATH] by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A MAN'S REQUIREMENTS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING GREENNESS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE |