Author Mary Elizabeth Coleridge My lips were dumb and yet My heart was singing all the while. My eyes with tears were wet. If you had looked into mine eyes, — You had not seen a smile. — — Cold, cold as snow, — — Deep down below, The fount of joy within me lies. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments