Classic Poem

In vain, within my tortur'd breast
Its love-inspired sighs repressing,
A stranger to the balms of rest,
I smile, as though its balms possessing.

In vain, those tears that strive to flow,
Tears of a heart now doom'd to languish,
I check, lest aught on earth should know
How dark my fate, how deep my anguish.

In vain! for more than tears or sighs
This, sure, my passion must discover,
That, spite of care, my tell-tale eyes
In every glance betray the lover!