Poems (Coates 1916)/Volume II/A Secret

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Poems, Volume II by Florence Earle Coates
A Secret

A SECRET

MY laddie 's a' the world to me!
 'T is to himself I owe it
That I can never more gae free;
 But, ah!—he must not know it!


When from my side he roams awa',
  scarce believe I'm living;
But when he's here—my laddie!—ah,
 I die for want of giving!


Why must I think upon his smile?—
 His eyes o'er bright and bonny?—
His gladness that doth sae beguile
 It robs my heart of ony?


Were I a lad, and he a maid,
 I would na be sae winning;
To wound too deep I'd be afraid,
 And deem such sweetness sinning!