Helen of Troy And Other Poems (13)

    I hid the love within my heart,And lit the laughter in my eyes, That when we meet he may not knowMy love that never dies.

    But sometimes when he dreams at nightOf fragrant¹ forests green and dim, It may be that my love crept outAnd brought the dream to him.

    And sometimes when his heart is sickAnd suddenly grows well again, It may be that my love was thereTo free his life of pain.