Poems (Campbell)/The Unknown
THE UNKNOWN.
Proudly thou swell'st almost to bursting—Wilt thou not break at once, poor wounded heart! Too softly fram'd—too fondly trusting—Thou bleed'st, the victim of another's art!
As one by one the tears are stealingFrom thy blue eyes, the life-blood in thy breast Fell sorrow's fatal touch congealing,It freezes there and now thou art at rest.
Farewell, thou blighted one, for ever!The secret grief thou bad'st my soul revere, That crush'd thee at the last, shall neverBreak from my lip, nor breathe on mortal ear.