There is a saying that has often taken up too much space in my head:
There's always more to the story because there is more than meets the eye.
I usually think of my "cloistered brothers," whom most people see as deviants. But they are not what your eye sees. There is also more to the story than the facts of their crimes.
However, in W. H. Auden's poem, he's thinking of his homosexuality.
What are you thinking?