What oracle should prate of this?
I know the secret thought that blossomed!
Extol the truth of love’s disdain!
Love, daring by no glance to gladden
A heart that waits but that to madden
In purple pleasure plucked of pain.
Nay! let our tears, that fail to sadden,
Extol the truth of love’s disdain!
Let deeper silence shield the deeper rapture!