Those radiant eyes of brightest glow,
⁠Those flowing locks, with gold-light vieing;
Those blooms, like flowers 'mid winter's snow.
⁠Have long to me been cause of sighing.

Long felt I, maid, the pains that come
⁠From loving with a love unspoken;
As streams more deep will aye become
⁠Till bounds impeding them are broken.

In vain each devious art I try
⁠From thoughts of thee to gain diversion;
In vain I wander, vain I fly,
⁠My steadfast heart rejects desertion.

For everywhere that form still seems
⁠'Mid brightest scenes a sadness making;
For ever present in my dreams—
⁠For ever present in my waking.

Thus bound to love, I'll dare to woo;
⁠Thus doomed thy slave, I crave thy kindness;
Thus charmed, enthralled, dear girl, by you,
⁠I cried to thy—accustomed mildness.