1161.

I would my pain conceal, but see! it surging swells,

As streams to those that draw from ever-springing wells.

1162.

I cannot hide this pain of mine, yet shame restrains

When I would tell it out to him who caused my pains.

1163.

My soul, like porter's pole, within my wearied frame,

Sustains a two-fold burthen poised, of love and shame.

1164.

A sea of love, 'tis true, I see stretched out before,

But not the trusty bark that wafts to yonder shore.

1165.

Who work us woe in friendship's trustful hour,

What will they prove when angry tempests lower?

1166.

A happy love's a sea of joy; but mightier sorrows roll

From unpropitious love athwart the troubled soul.

1167.

I swim the cruel tide of love, and can no shore descry,

In watches of the night, too, 'mid the waters, only I!

1168.

All living souls in slumber soft she steeps;

But me alone kind night for her companion keeps!

1169.

More cruel than the cruelty of him, the cruel one,

In these sad times are lengthening hours of night I watch alone.

1170.

When eye of mine would as my soul go forth to him,

It knows not how through floods of its own tears to swim.