I hid the love within my heart, And lit the laughter in my eyes, That when we meet he may not know My love that never dies. But sometimes when he dreams at night Of fragrant forests green and dim, It may be that my love crept out And brought the dream to him. And sometimes when his heart is sick And suddenly grows well again, It may be that my love was there To free his life of pain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MILITARY PROGRESS by MARIANNE MOORE FAIR HARVARD by GEORGE SANTAYANA DRIFTERS: BELLA COOLA TO WILLIAMS LAKE by KAREN SWENSON APPROACH OF WINTER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS PLEASURE MIXED WITH PAIN by THOMAS WYATT THE COUNTESS CATHLEEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS WRITTEN FOR MY SON, AND SPOKEN BY HIM AT HIS FIRST PUTTING ON BREECHES by MARY BARBER |