I would I knew the lady of thy heart! <br />She whom thou lov'st, perchance, as I love thee. <br />She unto whom thy thoughts and wishes flee; <br />Those thoughts, in which, alas! I bear no part. <br />Oh, I have sat and sighed, thinking how fair, <br />How passing beautiful, thy love must be; <br />Of mind how high, of modesty how rare; <br />And then I've wept, I've wept in agony! <br />Oh that I might but once behold those eyes, <br />That to thy enamoured gaze alone seem fair; <br />Once hear that voice, whose music still replies <br />To the fond vows thy passionate accents swear: <br />Oh that I might but know the truth and die, <br />Nor live in this long dream of misery!<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-would-i-knew-the-lady-of-thy-heart/
