Classic Poem

Mine was an eye-expressive love!
Not fraught with Flattery's wiles of schooling;
And had no other tongue to prove
The passion in my bosom ruling.
No lettered sentences were used—
No verbal vow of fond expression;
The eye spoke all, if she refused,
'Twas all I had to make confession.

'Twas all—and who could wish for more?
A silent love is the sincerest!
Some speak their passion o'er and o'er,
But, ah! their hearts feel not severest—
For they have happy hours of bliss,
When they may show the soul's affection;
Alas! the lover has not this,
Who languishes in mute dejection.