How long I've loved thee, and how well -- I dare not tell! Because, if thou shouldst once divine This love of mine, Or did but once my tongue confess My heart's distress, Far, far too plainly thou wouldst see My slavery, And, guessing what Love's wit should hide, Rest satisfied! So, though I worship at thy feet, I'll be discreet -- And all my love shall not be told, Lest thou be cold, And, knowing I was always thine, Scorn to be mine. So am I dumb, to rescue thee From tyranny -- And, by my silence, I do prove Wisdom and Love! |