'The tender, wistful smile that spoke of life Nursing a hope nourish'd upon despair; The struggle of a soul whose inward strife Seem'd hourly more than its frail shell could bear— O what a treasury of love was there!— A richer mine man never found on earth, Yet stored for one unconscious of its worth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |