When I can make my thoughts come forth <br />To walk like ladies up and down, <br />Each one puts on before the glass <br />Her most becoming hat and gown. <br /> <br />But oh, the shy and eager thoughts <br />That hide and will not get them dressed, <br />Why is it that they always seem <br />So much more lovely than the rest?<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-2/
