THE look that thy sweet eyes on mine impress <br />The pledge thy lips to mine convey,--the kiss,-- <br />He who, like me, hath knowledge sure of this, <br />Can he in aught beside find happiness? <br />Removed from thee, friend-sever'd, in distress, <br />These thoughts I vainly struggle to dismiss: <br />They still return to that one hour of bliss, <br />The only one; then tears my grief confess. <br />But unawares the tear makes haste to dry: <br />He loves, methinks, e'en to these glades so still,-- <br />And shalt not thou to distant lands extend? <br />Receive the murmurs of his loving sigh; <br />My only joy on earth is in thy will, <br />Thy kindly will tow'rd me; a token send!<br /><br />Johann Wolfgang von Goethe<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-loving-one-writes/
