If I had known what trouble you were bearing
What griefs were in the silence of your face
I would have been more gentle and caring
And tried to give you gladness for a space.
I would have brought more warmth into the place
If I had known.
If I had known what thoughts despairing drew you
(Why do we never try to understand?)
I would have lent a little friendship to you
And slipped my hand within your hand
And made your stay more pleasant in the land
If I had known.
–Mary Carolyn Davies