Hidden Love

By Sara Teasdale

I hid the love within my heart,

And lit the laughter in my eyes,

That when we meet he may not know

My love that never dies.

But sometimes when he dreams at night

Of fragrant forests green and dim,

It may be that my love crept out

And brought the dream to him.

And sometimes when his heart is sick

And suddenly grows well again,

It may be that my love was there

To free his life of pain.