I Would I Knew the Lady of Thy Heart!, por Frances Anne Kemble

Frances Anne Kemble

I Would I Knew the Lady of Thy Heart!

I would I knew the lady of thy heart!

She whom thou lov’st, perchance, as I love thee.

She unto whom thy thoughts and wishes flee;

Those thoughts, in which, alas! I bear no part.

Oh, I have sat and sighed, thinking how fair,

How passing beautiful, thy love must be;

Of mind how high, of modesty how rare;

And then I’ve wept, I’ve wept in agony!

Oh that I might but once behold those eyes,

That to thy enamoured gaze alone seem fair;

Once hear that voice, whose music still replies

To the fond vows thy passionate accents swear:

Oh that I might but know the truth and die,

Nor live in this long dream of misery!

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