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...DRIVING INTO LARAMIE by JAMES GALVIN INSCRIPTIONS: 1. FOR A GROTTO by MARK AKENSIDE THE CLOD AND THE PEBBLE, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE YOUR MISSION by ELLEN M. HUNTINGTON GATES THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 91. LOST ON BOTH SIDES by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |