Ours was a friendship in secret, my dear, <br />Stolen from fate. <br />I must be secret still, show myself calm <br />Early and late. <br />'Isn't it sad he was killed!' I must hear <br />With a smooth face. <br />'Yes, it is sad.' — Oh, my darling, my own, <br />My heart of grace.<br /><br />Lesbia Harford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ours-was-a-friendship-in-secret/
