DOES Pity give, though Fate denies, <br />And to my wounds her balm impart? <br />O speak--with those expressive eyes! <br />Let one low sigh escape thine heart. <br />The gazing crowd shall never guess <br />What anxious, watchful Love can see; <br />Nor know what those soft looks express, <br />Nor dream that sign is meant for me. <br /> <br />Ah! words are useless, words are vain, <br />Thy generous sympathy to prove; <br />And well that sign, those looks explain, <br />That Clara mourns my hapless love.<br /><br />Charlotte Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-ii-5/
