Classic Poem

And shall I live to love, yet hide my pain,
Nor breathe one whisper, fraught with secret sighs,
Shall I not, to the savage shore complain,
Or tell the wind, that o'er yon ocean flies?
Ah no! — lest babbling Echo catch her name,
Lest some too busy sprite, the tale proclaim,
And lean, to hear my passion from the skies.
Yes, SWEET Invisible , more firm than steel,
My breast, my breast, thy dear name shall conceal;
In that strong casket, precious jewel, rest!
Till D EATH unlock the whole, till common clay
Makes that retentive hoard, no more a B REAST .
Not, in delirious trance THAT WORD shall 'scape,
For S ECRECY , in S LUMBER'S languid shape,
Shall mar each syllable, that could combine,
To frame that word, which ever shall be M INE .