There is a secret shrined within my soul, A deathless love, in one brief moment born, A hopeless passion that I must control And hide from her to whom its vows are sworn. Yes! I must pass unnoticed by her eye, Close by her side, consumed by lonely thought, And shrouding still my secret I shall die, By naught rewarded having sued for naught. But she—though God has dower'd her with a sweet And tender nature—knows not that her feet Lure me to follow her where'er they stray: Too pure to dream her love can be desired— Were she to read these lines she has inspired, "Who is this lady?" she would calmly say! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVELRY OF THE DYING by BARTHOLOMEW DOWLING BALLAD OF THE WOMEN OF PARIS by FRANCOIS VILLON THE PALM TREE by ABD-AR RAHMAN I THE SHADOW by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE WANDERER'S RETURN by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT JOHANNES MILTON, SENEX by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |