Love's Wisdom Poem by Margaret Deland

How long I've loved thee, and how well-
I dare not tell!
Because, if thou shouldst once divine
This love of mine,
Or did but once my tongue confess
My heart's distress,
Far, far too plainly thou wouldst see
My slavery,
And, guessing what Love's wit should hide,
Rest satisfied!
So, though I worship at thy feet,
I'll be discreet-
And all my love shall not be told,
Lest thou be cold,
And, knowing I was always thine,
Scorn to be mine.
So am I dumb, to rescue thee
From tyranny-
And, by my silence, I do prove
Wisdom and Love!