I scanned her picture dreaming, <br /> Till each dear line and hue <br />Was imaged, to my seeming, <br /> As if it lived anew. <br /> <br />Her lips began to borrow <br /> Their former wondrous smile; <br />Her fair eyes, faint with sorrow, <br /> Grew sparkling as erstwhile. <br /> <br />Such tears as often ran not <br /> Ran then, my love, for thee; <br />And O, believe I cannot <br /> That thou are lost to me!<br /><br />Thomas Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-from-heine/
