Deep in my heart that aches with the repression,
  And strives with plenitude of bitter pain,
There lives a thought that clamors for expression,
  And spends its undelivered force in vain.

What boots it that some other may have thought it?
  The right of thoughts' expression is divine;
The price of pain I pay for it has bought it,
  I care not who lays claim to it—'t is mine!

And yet not mine until it be delivered;
  The manner of its birth shall prove the test.
Alas, alas, my rock of pride is shivered—
  I beat my brow—the thought still unexpressed.

This work was published before January 1, 1925, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.