Repulse

Nobody cares when I am glad,
  I beat upon their hearts in glee,
  “Drink, drink joy’s brimming cup with me,”
  All echoless, my ecstasy⁠—
Nobody cares when I am glad.

Nobody cares when I am sad,
  Whene’er I seek compassion’s breast,
  I falter wounded from my quest
  Back! back into my heart, sore prest⁠—
Nobody cares when I am sad.