I CAN but smile when others weep, I can but weep when others smile; O! let me in this bosom keep The secret of my heart awhile. My form was fair, my step was light, As ever tripped the dance along; My cheek was smooth, my eye was bright-- My thought was wild, my heart was young. And he I loved would laugh with glee, And every heart but mine was glad; He had a smile for all but me; O! he was gay, and I was sad! Now, I have lost my blooming health, And joy, and hope, no more abide; And wildering fancies come by stealth, Like moonlight on a shifting tide. They say he wept, when he was told That I was sad and sorrowful; That on my wrist the chain was cold -- That at my heart the blood was dull. They fear I'm crazed -- they need not fear, For smiles are false, and tears are true; I better love to see a tear, Than all the smiles I ever knew. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CYMON AND IPHIGENIA by GIOVANNI BOCCACCIO SONNET ON FAME (2) by JOHN KEATS THE MILKING-MAID by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 8. TO MINNIE (WITH A HAND-GLASS) by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 9 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE TENT ON THE BEACH: 2. THE WRECK OF RIVERMOUTH by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |