And her laughter is thistledown
Around her low replies.’
‘Is she unhappy?’ you said–
But who has ever known
Another’s heartbreak–
All he can know is his own;
And she seems hushed to me,
As hushed as though
Her heart were a hunter’s fire
Smothered in snow.
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