The Poetry Corner

Masked.

By Madison Julius Cawein

Lying alone I dreamed a dream last night: Methought that Joy had come to comfort me For all the past, its suffering and slight, Yet in my heart I felt this could not be. All that he said unreal seemed and strange, Too beautiful to last beyond to-morrow; Then suddenly his features seemed to change, The mask of joy dropped from the face of Sorrow.