Hidden Love

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Hidden Love
by Sara Teasdale
From Helen of Troy and Other Poems, Part II


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

But sometimes when he dreams at night
      Of fragrant forests green and dim,
It may be that my love crept out
      And brought the dream to him.

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