Secret Love
If as my spirit yearns for thine
Thine yearns for mine, why thus delay?
And yet, what answer might be mine
If, pausing on her way,
Some gossip bade me tell
Whence the deep sighs that from my bosom swell?
And thy dear name my lips should pass,
My blushes would our love declare;
No, no! I’ll say my longing was
To see the moon appear
O’er yonder darkling hill;
Yet ’tis on thee mine eyes would gaze their fill.
Anon.