from The Maiden Queen
by John Dryden
I Feed a Flame within which so torments me
That it both pains my heart, and yet contains me:
'Tis such a pleasing smart and I so love it,
That I had rather die, than once remove it.
Yet he for whom I grieve shall never know it;
My tongue does not betray, nor my eyes shew it:
Not a sigh nor a tear my pain discloses,
But they fall silently like dew on Roses.
Thus, to prevent my love from being cruel,
My heart's the sacrifice as 'tis the fuel:
And while I suffer this to give him quiet,
My faith rewards my love, tho he deny it.
On his eyes will I gaze, and there delight me;
While I conceal my love, no frown can fright me:
To be more happy I dare not aspire;
Nor can I fall more low, mounting no higher.
Note: A recitation can be heard here.
- Mark Olival-Bartley
- Mark Olival-Bartley studied applied linguistics at Hawaii Pacific University, attaining B.A. and M.A. degrees in TESOL, and poetry at the City College of New York. He is now anatomizing the prosody of E. A. Robinson’s sonnets for his dissertation at Amerika Institut of LMU Munich, where also he edits a poetry weekly. His poems and translations have appeared in journals on both sides of the Atlantic. He is the resident poet at EcoHealth, where his science-themed verse is regularly featured, and a senior copyeditor of Review of International American Studies.