The Hidden Scar (Poem by Edwin John Dove Pratt)

Beautiful Poem

The Hidden Scar
By Edwin John Dove Pratt

No blow, no threat, no movement of the hand.
    No word burst from the leash of calm control,
Betraying passions slumbering in the soul;
But friendship's added years could not withstand
A curve that rose unbidden and unplanned
    From the flexed silence of the lips — a dart
    That struck, rending the texture of the heart,
And, entering deeper, seared like a brand.

Some years have passed. To-day, no lure of mine
    Restores the confidence he gave of old;
    The outer court of strangers with its forms
Of soulless exchange — there we meet. The shrine
    Within where sacred fires once burned is cold,
    And love no more the ashen altar warms.

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