I do not hunger for a well-stored mind, I only wish to live my life...

You whom I do not tell that at
night I lie and weep,
whose nature leaves me ready to
sleep as a cradle might -
you who say nought when you
lie awake for my sake,
how would it be if we bore this
glory and more
in our heart ?
Confessing what we have done,
and what liars we all are !