Thomas Lovell Beddoes (1803–1849)

NO tears, no sighings, no despair,

No mourning weeds,

Nought that discloses

A heart that bleeds;

But looks contented I will bear,

And o’er my cheeks strew roses.

Unto the world I may not weep,

But save my sorrow all, and keep

A secret heart, sweet soul, for thee,

As the great earth and swelling sea.