Duncan Campbell Scott - Enigma

Some men are born to gather women's tears, <br />To give a harbour to their timorous fears, <br />To take them as the dry earth takes the rain, <br />As the dark wood the warm wind from the plain; <br />Yet their own tears remain unshed, <br />Their own tumultuous fears unsaid, <br />And, seeming steadfast as the forest and the earth <br />Shaken are they with pain. <br />They cry for voice as earth might cry for the sea <br />Or the wood for consuming fire; <br />Unanswered they remain <br />Subject to the sorrows of women utterly - <br />Heart and mind, <br />Subject as the dry earth to the rain <br />Or the dark wood to the wind.<br /><br />Duncan Campbell Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/enigma-4/