Tixall Poetry/Concealed Love ("I feed a flame within…")
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XXXI.
Concealed Love.
I feed a flame within,
Which soe torments me,
That it both paines my hart,
And yet contents me.
Tis such a pleasing smart,
And I soe love it,
That I had rather die,
Then once remove it.
Which soe torments me,
That it both paines my hart,
And yet contents me.
Tis such a pleasing smart,
And I soe love it,
That I had rather die,
Then once remove it.
Yet he whom I adore,
Shall never know it;
My tongue shall nere betray,
Nor my eyes shew it:
Not a sigh, nor a teare,
My paine discloses,
But they fall silently,
Like dew on roses.
Shall never know it;
My tongue shall nere betray,
Nor my eyes shew it:
Not a sigh, nor a teare,
My paine discloses,
But they fall silently,
Like dew on roses.
Thus to prevent my love
From being cruell,
My harts the sacrifice,
As tis the fuell:
And whilst I suffer this,
To give him quiett,
My faith rewards my love,
Though he deny it.
From being cruell,
My harts the sacrifice,
As tis the fuell:
And whilst I suffer this,
To give him quiett,
My faith rewards my love,
Though he deny it.
On his eyes will I gaze,
And there delight me;
While I conceale my love,
Noe frown can fright me;
To be more happy,
I dare not aspire;
Nor can I fall lower,
Mounting noe higher.
And there delight me;
While I conceale my love,
Noe frown can fright me;
To be more happy,
I dare not aspire;
Nor can I fall lower,
Mounting noe higher.