Your door is shut against my tightened face,
And I am sharp as steel with discontent;
But I possess the courage and the
To bear my anger proudly and unbent.
The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet,
A chafing savage, down the decent street;
And passion rends my vitals as I pass,
Where boldly shines your shuttered door of glass.
Oh,
I must search for wisdom every hour,
Deep in my wrathful bosom sore and raw,
And find in it the superhuman
To hold me to the letter of your law!
Oh,
I must keep my heart
Against the potent poison of your hate.
