How do we Know?
How do we know, because a face
Looks grave, that one is sad?
How may we tell if witching grace
Covers a heart that's glad?
Looks grave, that one is sad?
How may we tell if witching grace
Covers a heart that's glad?
Because a face is wreathed in smiles,
Is that one always gay?
A demon may be in those wiles,
Or grief in mock array.
Is that one always gay?
A demon may be in those wiles,
Or grief in mock array.
Sometimes a manner cold and stern.
Conceals a tender heart,
That still for love and home doth yearn,
Whose wounds forever smart
Conceals a tender heart,
That still for love and home doth yearn,
Whose wounds forever smart
"She is so haughty," oft 'tis said:
Ah, well, they do not know
A living heart lies with the dead,
Her calmness hides her woe.
Ah, well, they do not know
A living heart lies with the dead,
Her calmness hides her woe.
How do we know the hearts of men
Unless we judge our own?
How can we have a knowledge, then,
Of those who strive alone?
Unless we judge our own?
How can we have a knowledge, then,
Of those who strive alone?
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