How long I’ve loved thee, and how well—
I dare not tell!
Because, if thou shouldst once divine
This love of mine,
Or did but once my tongue confess
My heart’s distress,
Far, far too plainly thou wouldst see
My slavery,
And, guessing what Love’s wit should hide,
Rest satisfied!
So, though I worship at thy feet,
I’ll be discreet—
And all my love shall not be told,
Lest thou be cold,
And, knowing I was always thine,
Scorn to be mine.
So am I dumb, to rescue thee
From tyranny—
And, by my silence, I do prove
Wisdom and Love!
(Margaret Deland)
More Poetry from Margaret Deland:
Margaret Deland Poems based on Topics: Love, Sadness, Silence, Wit, Pleasure, Slavery- Life (Margaret Deland Poems)
- The Christmas Silence (Margaret Deland Poems)
- Love And Death (Margaret Deland Poems)
- Easter Music (Margaret Deland Poems)
- The Myrtle (Margaret Deland Poems)
- The Clover (Margaret Deland Poems)