I am wearing away like the snow in the sun, <br />I am wearing away from the pain in my heart; <br />But ne'er shall he know, who my peace has undone, <br />How bitter, how lasting, how deep is my smart. <br /> <br />I know he would pity--so kind is his soul, <br />To him my affliction would agony be; <br />But never, while I can my feelings control, <br />The youth whom I love shall know sorrow through me. <br /> <br />Though longing to weep, in his presence I'll smile, <br />Call the flush of my cheek the pure crimson of health; <br />His fears for my peace by my song I'll beguile, <br />Nor venture to gaze on his eyes but by stealth. <br /> <br />For conscious I am, by my glance is exprest <br />The passion that faithful as hopeless will be, <br />And he, whom, alas! I can ne'er render blest, <br />Shall never, no never, know sorrow through me.<br /><br />Amelia Opie<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-45/
