I loved thee, though I told thee not.
Late early and long, I worked my joy in every spot, my theme in every song.
And when I saw a stranger face where beauty held the claim,
I gave it like a secret grace the being of thy name.
And all the charms of face or voice which I and others see,
are but the recollected choice of what I felt for thee.
I loved thee, though I told thee not.
I loved thee, though I told thee not.
I loved thee, though I told thee not.
I loved thee, though I told thee not.
I loved thee, though I told thee not.
