[Poems by Osgood in] The poetry of flowers and Flowers of Poetry | ||
DISGUISE.
COMMON STRAMONIUM.
Though dark the heart that throbs beneathThe cestus in despair;—
What matters it?—the jewel-wreath
Can hide the ruin there!
And oh! though still my diamonds blaze
Above a spirit lonely,
The world—the heartless world—will gaze,
And see my jewels only!
Yes! I would have them deem me blest;
And wealth, at least, may be
A glittering veil for broken rest
And endless misery!
[Poems by Osgood in] The poetry of flowers and Flowers of Poetry | ||