The One Solace Poem by Joseph Skipsey

The One Solace



I MIGHT have wish's it otherwise;
But yet, poor heart, tho' they were cruel—
Those thunder-clouds above her eyes,
They very much became the jewel!

Hope fled, but Truth remains, and owns
What yet this fond heart half-beguileth;
'One knows the worst on't when she frowns,
But never when the syren smileth!'

Monday, September 8, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds
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Joseph Skipsey

Joseph Skipsey

Percy, Northumberland
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