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1385

"Secrets" is a daily word
Yet does not exist—
Muffled—it remits surmise—
Murmured—it has ceased—
Dungeoned in the Human Breast
Doubtless secrets lie—
But that Grate inviolate—
Goes nor comes away
Nothing with a Tongue or Ear—
Secrets stapled there
Will emerge but once—and dumb—
To the Sepulchre—

Edited by Peter Carter

Added: 2 Apr 2003 | Last Read: 8 Nov 2009 4:40 AM | Viewed: 14961 times

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