LOST ILLUSIONS

Oh, for the veils of my far away youth,

Shielding my heart from the blaze of the truth,

Why did I stray from their shelter and grow

Into the sadness that follows--to know!

Impotent atom with desolate gaze

Threading the tumult of hazardous ways--

Oh, for the veils, for the veils of my youth

Veils that hung low o'er the blaze of the truth!

The Book of American Negro Poetry · 第 98 / 169 题