Studies of Sensation and Event :: :: University of Virginia Library

One smile is all thy brow, love,
Thine eyes are all delight;
And many a sprite I trow, love,
Watches thee through the night;
But though thy brow and eyes,
With deep delight are glad,
Though most thy joy I prize,
Yet I am sad.

I joy to watch thy brow, love,
When not toward me its sky;
When glorious thought, as now, love,
Bright riots in thine eye;
But when thy steadfast gaze
Of love o'erfills my heart,

No answering glance I raise,
But tears will start.

Oh! do not read my sigh, love,
As if it languaged woe;
In silence I would die, love,
Ere woe to thee I'd show;
Nor deem that I repine
Intenser love to wring;
As heaven is earth's thou'rt mine;—
Yet tears will spring.

For I can never speak, love,
One half the faith I feel;
And song is all too weak, love,
My passion to reveal;
And music hath no measure,
In nature nought can be,
To sign how vast the treasure,—
Thy love to me.

And how cans't thou believe, love,
The love I cannot speak;

And sometimes may'st thou grieve, love,
To think my passion weak;
Oh! heaven-souled! well I heed
Heaven's love should'st thou have had;
Mine's heaven's, but cannot plead,
And I am sad.