Song.

SONG.

I AM wearing away like the snow in the sun, I am wearing away from the pain in my heart; But ne'er shall he know, who my peace has undone, How bitter, how lasting, how deep is my smart.

I know he would pity — so kind is his soul, To him my affliction would agony be; But never, while I can my feelings control, The youth whom I love shall know sorrow through me.

Though longing to weep, in his presence I'll smile, Call the flush of my cheek the pure crimson of health; His fears for my peace by my song I'll beguile, Nor venture to gaze on his eyes but by stealth.

For conscious I am, by my glance is exprest The passion that faithful as hopeless will be, And he, whom, alas! I can ne'er render blest, Shall never, no never, know sorrow through me.