We Wear the Mask
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be overwise,
In counting all our tears and sights?
Nay,let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing,but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet,and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherewise,
We wear the mask!
I loved you
I loved you; and perhaps I love u still The flame,perhaps,is not exstinguished; yet it burns so quietly within my soul, No longer should you feel distressed by it. Silently and hopelessly I loved you. At times too shy. God grant you find another who will love you. As dearly and truthfully as I.
Sonnet XXIV
When you,that this moment are to me
Dearer than words on paper. Shall depart,
And be more than warder of my heart,
Whereof again myself shall hold the key;
And be no more--what now you seem to be--
The sun,from which all excellences start
In a round nimbus,nor a broken dart
Of moonlight, even,splintered on the sea;
I shall remember only of this hour--
And weep somewhat,as now you see me weep
The pathos of your love, that, like a flower,
Fearful of death yet amorous of sleep,
Droops for a moment and beholds, dismayed,
The wind where on its petals shall be laid.
The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going wher I have to go. We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep,and take my waking slow. Of those so close beside me, Which are you? God bless the ground! I shall walk softly there, And learn by going where I have to go. Light takes the tree; but who can tell us how? The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair; I wake to sleep,and take my waking slow. Great nature has another thing to do. To you and me; so take the lively;learn by going where to go. This shaking keeps me steady. I should know. What fallls away is always. And is near. I wake to sleep,and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go.
The Road Not Taken
Two Roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And I looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that, the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I
I took the one less traveled by,
And that had made all the difference.