Who has not hid a sorrow in his soul And walked his way in hopes that it might die— While he was working toward a happier goal His tortured eyes in search of clearing sky; And daily covered up his grief and pain With simulated joy for self-release, Until, in time, he felt no more the strain Of long remembering ... almost found peace. Who has not planned, at length, with curious bent To find his sorrow ... sought the hiding place— Where he had left it long in banishment— And been surprised and even felt disgrace In finding nothing there, though probing far, Except a tender spot ... a time-worn scar. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GIRL IN A CAGE by CARL SANDBURG LYING IN THE GRASS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE THE ANGELUS; HEARD AT THE MISSION DOLORES IN SAN FRANCISCO, 1868 by FRANCIS BRET HARTE ACCIDENT IN ART by RICHARD HOVEY POMONA by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) ROBIN REDBREAST by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE SEVEN OLD MEN; TO VICTOR HUGO by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE |