Classic Poem

WHEREIN IN HER PRESENCE HE CAN NEITHER SPEAK, WEEP NOR SIGH

Although from falsehood I with all my will
Restrained you, and bestowed each honour due,
Ungrateful tongue, no honour came from you
To solace me, but only shame and ill:
When most I need your help, you are most chill,
Winning for me no mercy while I sue;
And those your words are most imperfect too,
You speak as speaks a dreamer strange and still.
And you as well, sad tears, each lonely night
Attend me when I most would be alone;
But, wanted for my peace, you take to flight:
And you, so prompt to give me groan for groan,
O sighs — yours too a slow and broken part —
Only my face does not betray my heart.