False Words. a beautiful poem, that.

I will not breathe in the deep shaded forest,
I will not whisper to murmuring streams
That I e'er thought of or loved thee in earnest-
Time will not tell that I sought thee in dreams.

Cheerful thro' life with proud spirit tho' broken,
I will pass on tho' this earth prove a goal;
I will not lisp of thy love as a token,
I will not tell how it burned in my soul.

Others can't know that I feel forsaken,
For my ambition proves only the same;
Fate can't make known that my heart-strings are shaken
For the false words which I care not to name.

~James S Jennings