He gloomily sat by the wall, <br />As gaily she danced with them all. <br />Her laughter's light spell <br />On every one fell; <br />His heartstrings were near unto rending, <br />But this there was none comprehending. <br /> <br />She fled from the house, when at eve <br />He came there to take his last leave. <br />To hide her she crept, <br />She wept and she wept; <br />Her life-hope was shattered past mending, <br />But this there was none comprehending. <br /> <br />Long years dragged but heavily o'er, <br />And then he came back there once more. <br />-Her lot was the best, <br />In peace and at rest; <br />Her thought was of him at life's ending, <br />But this there was none comprehending.<br /><br />Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/secret-love-53/
