The Complete Poetical Works, vol 2

Book Excerptet dreadTo meet thy looks--I could not knowHow anxiously they sought to shine _5 With soothing pity upon mine.2. To sit and curb the soul's mute rageWhich preys upon itself alone; To curse the life which is the cageOf fettered grief that dares not groan, _10 Hiding from many a careless eyeThe scorned load of agony.3. Whilst thou alone, then not regarded, The ... thou alone should be, To spend years thus, and be rewarded, _15 As thou, sweet love, requited meWhen none were near--Oh! I did wakeFrom torture for that moment's sake.4. Upon my heart thy accents sweetOf peace and pity fell like dew _20 On flowers half dead;--thy lips did meetMine tremblingly; thy dark eyes threwTheir soft persuasion on my brain, Charming away its dream of pain.5. We are not happy, sweet! our st