My heart could never yet be taught to move

With the calm even pulses that it should:

Turning away from those that it should love,

And loving whom it should not, it hath wooed

Beauty forbidden—I may not forget;

And thou, oh thou canst never cease to feel;

But time, which hath not changed affection yet,

Hath taught at least one lesson—to conceal;

So none but thou, who see my smiles, shall know

The silent bleeding of the heart below.