When I went to look at what had long been hidden, A jewel laid long ago in a secret place, I trembled, for I thought to see its dark deep fire -- But only a pinch of dust blew up in my face. I almost gave my life long ago for a thing That has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes -- It is strange how often a heart must be broken Before the years can make it wise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS IN SLEEP by LOUISE BOGAN ISAAC AND ARCHIBALD by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON SONNET: 17 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE WARM CRADLE by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA LEFT ON THE BATTLE-FIELD by SARAH TITTLE BOLTON DIPPING CANDLES IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE GOLDEN WEDDING by EDWARD CARPENTER |