Dust

    When I went to look at what had long been hidden, A jewel laid long ago in a secret place, I trembled, for I thought to see its dark deep fire -But only a pinch¹ of dust blew up in my face.

    I almost gave my life long ago for a thing That has gone to dust now, stinging² my eyes —— It is strange how often a heart must be broken Before the years can make it wise.