Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONG, by ANNE WHARTON


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First Line: How hardly I concealed my tears?
Last Line: But easy to deceive.


How hardly I conceal'd my tears?
How oft did I complain?
When, many tedious days, my fears
Told me I lov'd in vain.

But now my joys as wild are grown,
And hard to be concealed;
Sorrow may make a silent moan,
But joy will be reveal'd.

I tell it to the bleating flocks,
To every stream and tree,
And bless the hollow murm'ring rocks
For echoing back to me.

Thus you may see with how much joy
We want, we wish, believe;
'Tis hard such passion to destroy,
But easy to deceive.





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