Tixall Poetry/Concealed Love ("My life is now a burden grown…")

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4305888Tixall Poetry — Concealed LoveArthur Cliffordunknown author

LXIII.

Concealed Love.

My life is now a burden grown, Opprest with constant anguish,Whilst sicke with griefe I dare not owne, I thus unpitied languish:But whilst I burne with secret fire, My heart, which now is breaking,Must needs reveale its fond desire, Without the helpe of speaking.

Then turne, O turne, those charming eyes, Upon your gasping lover,The fatal wound of which he dies You quickly will discover:But silently to beare his woe, Shal be your martyr's glory,And if one pittying look you shew, You'll understand his story.