Edwin Arlington Robinson - Thomas Hood lyrics

The man who cloaked his bitterness within This winding-sheet of puns and pleasantries, God never gave to look with common eyes Upon a world of anguish and of sin: His brother was the branded man of Lynn; And there are woven with his jollities The nameless and eternal tragedies That render hope and hopelessness akin. We laugh, and crown him; but anon we feel A still chord sorrow-swept, — a weird unrest; And thin dim shadows home to midnight steal, As if the very ghost of mirth were dead — As if the joys of time to dreams had fled, Or sailed away with Ines to the West.