Author Richard Henry Dana He laughs, but he is sick at heart; He swears, but he turns deadly pale; His restless eye and sudden start,ā They tell the dreadful taleThat will be told: it needs no words from thee,Thou self-sold slave to fear and misery. 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