I painted a picture in gladness And goodly it looked to me, But the beauty in it that thrilled me, Alas! the world could not see. I painted a picture in sadness And the whole world called it art, But the color I used to paint it Was the blood from a broken heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO BE CLOSELY WRITTEN ON A SMALL PIECE OF PAPER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS VERSES FROM THE GRANDE CHARTREUSE by MATTHEW ARNOLD ART ABOVE NATURE: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK PELTERS OF PYRAMIDS by RICHARD HENGIST (HENRY) HORNE MODERN LOVE: 1 by GEORGE MEREDITH ODES I, 5 by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS |