I Too Have Tried An Escape

I too have tried escape from tears unshed And in other temples, taken ill sides Silence does conceive prisons in mine head And in every laughter, a surge of tides. Tribulations do not a merry find Nor happiness ensure from standing gloom Therefore in these moments, I keep to mind And make tents of quiet, and tears, a room. For once I tread a path, and so alone To make riches of mourning, and of sleep No kinder flesh enlived a single bone And it was in distress, I made to creep. Therefore in mine offer, to please the self I have made calm bargains, and kept to mind That in shelters of bliss, the sadist's shelf Is what I detest so, and what I find.