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OW strange a fate in love is mine! How dearly prized the pains I feel! Pangs, that to rend my soul combine, With avarice I conceal: For did the world the tale divine, My lot would then be deeper woe, And mine is grief, that none must know.

To mortal ears I may not dare Unfold the cause, the pain I prove; 'Twould plunge in ruin and despair Or me, or her I love. My soul delights alone to bear Her silent, unsuspected woe, And none shall pity, none shall know.

Thus buried in my bosom’s urn, Thus in my inmost heart concealed,