S.W.A.K.!!!

 


Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet,  
Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet!  
I feel a nameless sadness o’er me roll.  
Yes, yes, we know that we can jest,  
We know, we know that we can smile!     
But there ’s a something in this breast,  
To which thy light words bring no rest,  
And thy gay smiles no anodyne;  
Give me thy hand, and hush awhile,  
And turn those limpid eyes on mine,    
And let me read there, love! thy inmost soul.  

from "The Buried Life" by Matthew Arnold