When I went to look at what had long been hidden,
A jewel laid long ago in a secret place,
I trembled, for I thought to see its dark deep fire -
But only a pinch of dust blew up in my face.
I almost gave my life long ago for a thing
That has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes -
It is strange how often a heart must be broken
Before the years can make it wise.
Dust
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: dark, fire, heart, life, hidden, wise, deep, place, face, broken, secret, jewel, thought, strange, dust, long, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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