William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Restoration Verse. 1910.
Song: How hardly I concealed my tearsAnne Wharton (1632?1685)
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How oft did I complain!
When, many tedious days, my fears
Told me I loved in vain.
And hard to be concealed;
Sorrow may make a silent moan,
But joy will be revealed.
To every stream and tree;
And bless the hollow murmuring rocks
For echoing back to me.
We want, we wish, believe;
’Tis hard such passion to destroy,
But easy to deceive.