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...TO JOHN BROWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DEEP IN THE QUIET WOOD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON AND THEY OBEY by CARL SANDBURG ROAST LEVIATHAN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER STROLLER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS |