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Some Truths There Be Are Better Left Unsaid Post by :jmreese Category :Poems Author :Henry Timrod Date :September 2011 Read :2797

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Some Truths There Be Are Better Left Unsaid

Some truths there be are better left unsaid;
Much is there that we may not speak unblamed.
On words, as wings, how many joys have fled!
The jealous fairies love not to be named.
There is an old-world tale of one whose bed
A genius graced, to all, save him, unknown;
One day the secret passed his lips, and sped
As secrets speed--thenceforth he slept alone.
Too much, oh! far too much is told in books;
Too broad a daylight wraps us all and each.
Ah! it is well that, deeper than our looks,
Some secrets lie beyond conjecture's reach.
Ah! it is well that in the soul are nooks
That will not open to the keys of speech.





(The end)
Henry Timrod's poem: Some Truths There Be Are Better Left Unsaid

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