Dust

When I went to look at what had long been hidden,

A jewel laid long ago in a secret place,

I trembled, for I thought to see its dark deep fire —

But only a pinch of dust blew up in my face.

I almost gave my life long ago for a thing

That has gone to dust now, stinging my eyes —

It is strange how often a heart must be broken

Before the years can make it wise.