That I could merit so wondrous a feat,
so lovely; hopeless as a desert rain,
as to with your fond gaze my soul complete,
or hear your sweet lips softly paint my name.
How like the spring time lights your lovely face;
your laugh it lifts my heart through storm and gale.
The heav'ns e'er crave your all prevailing grace,
and can your starry virtues ne'er detail.
So through this guarded passion must I last;
Perchance your eyes will match the love in mine.
Content to revel in this glory vast,
and pray our distant futures might entwine.
On misty shores I long, with dreams of thee
and gaze upon the dawn-still distant sea.
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