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

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For me, that first stanza says it all.
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Frost was a master of concision.
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All who hide too well away…
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