You Will Never See Me Cry

You may see me weaving wreaths of flowersWith threads of whetted thorns,And find me struggling hour to hourAfar from all my morns…. You may see me sowing seeds of gleeIn vile clouds of sky,But still amidst all obscurities,You won’t see me cry…. They say that life’s a spectral dreamAnd death the endmost gate,But though I’m…