Suppose you write your heart out till the world with one voice—what then?
Small agonies that round your heart-strings curled
Strung out for choice, that men
May pick a phrase, each for his own pet pain,
And thank the voice so come,
They being dumb. What then?
You have no sympathy? O endless claim!
No one that cares? What then?
Suppose you had—the whole world knew your name
And your............