In the last year I have learned
How few men are worth my trust;
I have seen the friend I loved
Struck by death into the dust,
And fears I never knew before
Have knocked and knocked upon my door -
“I shall hope little and ask for less,”
I said, “There is no happiness.”
I have grown wise at last-but how
Can I hide the gleam on the willow-bough,
Or keep the fragrance out of the rain
Now that April is here again?
When maples stand in a haze of fire
What can I say to the old desire,
What shall I do with the joy in me
That is born out of agony?
Red Maples
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: death, fire, friend, happiness, hope, joy, never, rain, trust, desire, wise, door, hide, year, stand, dust, worth, april, april fools, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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