Rufus Wilmot Griswold

“ In the cottage and the hall;
From prison bars how many eyes
Look on life's carnival!
The joys we seek are phantoms
That fade ere closed the hand
In the dark reached forth to grasp them,
But the brain receives their brand. ”

“ That as a harp it seems,
Which the light airs wake to music
Like that we hear in dreams.
A common fate is that poor girl's,
which many yet must share,—
In the crowd how little know they
What griefs its members bear! ”