Classic Poem

If there seem'd coldness in my glance,
Oh, could thy heart not read
I did but feign indifference,
That thou the more might'st plead!
If I confessed a doubt upon
The love Ifound so true,
Oh! 'twas not that I wish'd thee gone,
But that thou more wouldst woo!

'Twas sweet to have a thousand fears,
And each by thee removed;
'Twas bliss — 'twas music to my ears —
To love and be beloved!
And thus to prove thee o'er and o'er,
My fond complaints grew bold;
But never did I love thee more
Than when thou deem'dst me cold!