why, then, <br />when the skies are opened <br />nothing seems to clear? <br />or night when falls, <br />remains unbroken, <br />tho sudden stars appear? <br />and why <br />this hearts desires unspoken, <br />soft upon the grass, <br />like dew are, <br />-yet insidious <br />as unknown shard of glass?<br /><br />moon batchelder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-then-2/
