Who has not hid a sorrow in his soul And walked his way in hopes that it might die— While he was working toward a happier goal His tortured eyes in search of clearing sky; And daily covered up his grief and pain With simulated joy for self-release, Until, in time, he felt no more the strain Of long remembering ... almost found peace. Who has not planned, at length, with curious bent To find his sorrow ... sought the hiding place— Where he had left it long in banishment— And been surprised and even felt disgrace In finding nothing there, though probing far, Except a tender spot ... a time-worn scar. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 139 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE TEMPEST: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN BEREAVED by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY THE PAUPER'S DEATH-BED by CAROLINE ANNE BOWLES SOUTHEY A COWBOY'S HOPELESS LOVE by JAMES BARTON ADAMS THE DOOMED MAN by JOSEPH ADDISON ALEXANDER |