SOME MEN. XVI
Some men cloaks
of introversion wear,
Few do they ever
permit to come near,
In silence they witness
the world and its dance,
The rigours of war
and the blues of romance,
Yet never do they
seem to despair.
Some men cloaks
of introversion wear,
Few do they ever
permit to come near,
In silence they witness
the world and its dance,
The rigours of war
and the blues of romance,
Yet never do they
seem to despair.