English poem
The Burden
by Theodosia Garrison (1874–1944)
The burden that I bear would be no less Should I cry out against it; though I fill The weary day with sound of my distress, It were my burden still. The burden that I bear may be no more For all I bear it silently and stay Sometimes to laugh and listen at a door Where joy keeps holiday. I ask no more save only this may be— On life's long road, where many comrades fare, One shall not guess, though he keep step with me, The burden that I bear.