You Won't See Me Cry

You may see me weaving wreaths of flowers

With threads of whetted thorns,

And find me struggling hour to hour

Afar from all my morns.

You may see me sowing seeds of glee

In vile clouds of the sky,

But still amidst all obscurities,

You won’t see me cry.

They say that life’s a spectral dream

And death the endmost gate,

But though I’m gonna fall and scream

Yet won’t give it all to fate.

And regardless I possess no sounds

Though my reveries are in chains,

My noble scars will still be found

And my nerves will find their rain.

And by and by when the blue and ground

Will let my streams dry,

All my kin-kindreds may come around

But their eyes won’t see me cry.