HIDDEN FLAME

by: John Dryden

      FEED a flame within, which so torments me
      That it both pains my heart, and yet contains me:
      'Tis such a pleasing smart, and I so love it,
      That I had rather die than once remove it.
       
      Yet he, for whom I grieve, shall never know it;
      My tongue does not betray, nor my eyes show it.
      Not a sigh, nor a tear, my pain discloses,
      But they fall silently, like dew on roses.
       
      Thus, to prevent my Love from being cruel,
      My heart's the sacrifice, as 'tis the fuel;
      And while I suffer this to give him quiet,
      My faith rewards my love, though he deny it.
       
      On his eyes will I gaze, and there delight me;
      While I conceal my love no frown can fright me.
      To be more happy I dare not aspire,
      Nor can I fall more low, mounting no higher.

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