"She can't be unhappy," you said, "The smiles are like stars in her eyes, And her laugh is thistledown Around her low replies." "Is she unhappy?" you said -- But who has ever known Another's heartbreak -- All he can know is his own; And she seems hushed to me, As hushed as though Her heart were a hunter's fire Smothered in snow. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENTARY BLUE by ROBERT FROST GOSSAMER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PROVING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |