Classic Poem

They think that I'm heart-broken
With lover's grief profound,
And at last I myself believe it
Like all the world around.

Small child with big eyes, bethink thee,
Did I not always say
That I never could tell how I loved thee,
That love ate my heart away?

But alone in my chamber only
Did I dare to utter such cry;
Alas! I was always silent,
Whenever thou wast by.

For then there were evil angels
By whom I was tongue-tied too;
And alas! there are evil angels
Who still are working me woe.