I love him wisely if I love him well,
And so I let him keep his innocence
I veil my adoration with pretence
Since he knows nothing of Love's mystic spell;
I dare not for his sake my passion tell
Though strong desire upbraid my diffidence; --
To buy my happiness at his expense
Were folly blind and loss unspeakable.
Suspicious of my simplest acts I grow;
I doubt my passing words, however brief;
I catch his glances feeling like a thief.
Perchance he wonders why I shun him so, --
It would be strange indeed if he should know
I love him, love him, love him past belief!
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