I am wearing away like the snow in the sun, br I am wearing away from the pain in my heart; br But ne'er shall he know, who my peace has undone, br How bitter, how lasting, how deep is my smart. br br I know he would pity--so kind is his soul, br To him my affliction would agony be; br But never, while I can my feelings control, br The youth whom I love shall know sorrow through me. br br Though longing to weep, in his presence I'll smile, br Call the flush of my cheek the pure crimson of health; br His fears for my peace by my song I'll beguile, br Nor venture to gaze on his eyes but by stealth. br br For conscious I am, by my glance is exprest br The passion that faithful as hopeless will be, br And he, whom, alas! I can ne'er render blest, br Shall never, no never, know sorrow through me.