Hidden Flame Poem By John Dryden

Hidden Flame

John Dryden 1631-1700

Feed a flame within, which S0 t0rments me
That it B0th pains my heart, and yet C0ntains me:
‘Tis such a pleasing smart, and I s0 L0ve it,
That I had rather die than 0nce rem0ve it.

Yet he, F0r wh0m I grieve, shall never Kn0w it;
My T0ngue d0es n0t betray, n0r my eyes Sh0w it.
N0t a sigh, n0r a tear, my pain Discl0ses,
But they fall silently, like dew 0n R0ses.

Thus, t0 prevent my L0ve Fr0m being cruel,
My heart’s the sacrifice, as ’tis the fuel;
And while I suffer this t0 give him quiet,
My faith rewards my L0ve, Th0ugh he deny it.

0n his eyes will I gaze, and there delight me;
While I C0nceal my L0ve N0 Fr0wn can fright me.
T0 be M0re happy I dare N0t aspire,
N0r can I fall M0re L0w, M0unting N0 higher.