Yet look on mc—turn not thine eyes apart
Which feed upon the love within mine own;
Yet speak to me—thy voice is but the tone
Of my heart's whisper echoed in thy heart;
Yet think of me—thy memory shall Start
To quickened life the lovc-secd that is sown ;
For as my thoughts are born of thee alone,
So are thy thoughts of mine sweet counterpart.
Yet sleep, and dream that I am thine forever;
Yet wake to know how true thy dreaming is ;
For how should Love Immortal e'er dissever
Threads of our life so interlaced with his ?
Yet woven in his loom, my life will be
Tissue of love enfolding only thee.