Sing low, my heart, lest we be overheard, This world is not the Paradise we knew. Let not its mockery trap us in a word Or catch one troubled cry from me or you. Let the deep song be hidden in the deep Pulse with our life-blood, waking or asleep, Yours is the knowledge earth can never know. Let not its mockery hurt you. Ah, sing low. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONELY BURIAL by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MOMENT by HAYDEN CARRUTH PUSSY-WILLOW TIME by ROBERT FROST GOAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RETROSPECT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 1. SUNRISE IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON ON HUNTINGDON'S 'MIRANDA' by SIDNEY LANIER |