by Robert Frost

We make ourselves a place apart
   Behind light words that tease and flout,
But oh, the agitated heart
   Till someone find us really out.

'Tis pity if the case require
   (Or so we say) that in the end
We speak the literal to inspire
   The understanding of a friend.

But so with all, from babes that play
   At hide-and-seek to God afar,
So all who hide too well away
   Must speak and tell us there they are.