"She can't be unhappy," you said, <br />"The smiles are like stars in her eyes, <br />And her laugh is thistledown <br />Around her low replies." <br />"Is she unhappy?" you said -- <br />But who has ever known <br />Another's heartbreak -- <br />All he can know is his own; <br />And she seems hushed to me, <br />As hushed as though <br />Her heart were a hunter's fire <br />Smothered in snow.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snowfall/
