Dirge (“No Tears…”)

No tears, no sighings, no despair,
No trembling dewy smile of care,
      No mourning weeds,
   Nought that discloses
      A heart that bleeds;
But looks contented I will bear,
   And o’er my cheeks strew roses.
Unto the world I may not weep,
But save my sorrow all, and keep
   A secret heart, sweet soul, for thee,
   As the great earth and swelling sea—

[Kelsall, 1851]