I am not as I seem to be,Nor when I smile I am not glad,A thrall although you count me freeI, most in mirth, most pensive-sad;I smile to shade my bitter spite

I am not as I seem to be,
Nor when I smile I am not glad,
A thrall although you count me free
I, most in mirth, most pensive-sad;
I smile to shade my bitter spite