LIFE has dark secrets; and the hearts are few <br />That treasure not some sorrow from the world-- <br />A sorrow silent, gloomy, and unknown, <br />Yet colouring the future from the past. <br />We see the eye subdued, the practised smile, <br />The word well weighed before it pass the lip, <br />And know not of the misery within: <br />Yet there it works incessantly, and fears <br />The time to come; for time is terrible, <br />Avenging, and betraying. <br /> <br /><br /><br />Letitia Elizabeth Landon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/secrets/
