They half betray a fragrance from within.
You never once suspect that secret doors
Are sliding in the panels underneath;
But when you go, the master of the house
Lifts easily the soft and shining silk,
To find there sacred silence from you all.
’Tis easier
To read the secrets of a dark, deep pool
That coldly says, “You cannot fathom me,”
With unstirred face turned blankly to the sky,