Always the timid fear the secret heart, resent the dark core unrevealed. Always the weak deny a strength concealed and mock a gloved and subtle art. Being like those who quake before a cave, picturing for themselves some bat-hung doom, and leave it to the dreaming brave to demonstrate from pitted gloom the crystal springs, the onyx-paneled room. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUN by HAYDEN CARRUTH DOWN THE BROOK by ROBERT FROST MAGDALEN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RETURN (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOHN CABANIS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |