 | [Poems by Osgood in] The poetry of flowers and Flowers of Poetry |  |
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SECRET LOVE.
MOTHERWORT.
Yes! tell him—tell him I am well,
Say that this cheek doth deeper glow,
Than was its wont—but do not tell,
'T is the heart's fever makes it so!
Say that this cheek doth deeper glow,
Than was its wont—but do not tell,
'T is the heart's fever makes it so!
And tell him how my lip has curled,
And named his name with idle smile;
But do not tell him for the world,
That tears were in mine eyes the while!
And named his name with idle smile;
But do not tell him for the world,
That tears were in mine eyes the while!
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