How sad a face this Knowledge wears! How strange is Truth, which none can doubt! How easy is an Eden made, How hard to keep the Serpent out! How easy to create a Joy, How hard to hold it safe and fast; Since half the world would hunt it down, As Fame, or Love, can prove at last. I'll make my Joy a secret thing, My face shall wear a mask of care; And those who hunt a Joy to death, Shall never know what sport is there! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABOVE AND WITHIN by DAVID IGNATOW AFTER WRITING A POEM by DAVID IGNATOW SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. PURKAPILE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DANIEL WEBSTER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES BALLAD: TIME OF ROSES by THOMAS HOOD SOMEBODY'S DARLING by MARIE LA CONTE |