I DO not think she loves me yet, Her glance meets mine direct and free; Its very sweetness seems to set A bar between herself and me. I never touched her lips with mine, I dare not dream I ever may; Still when I come her eyes will shine, And soften when I go away. Some hours I cannot well forget, Perhaps she may remember too. I know I loved her when we met, She never seemed as others do. I loved to watch her flushing cheek, Her soft hair carelessly astray, To see her smile, to hear her speak, And still have loved her every day. I do not think she loves me yet, I dare not think she ever may; I know I loved her when we met, And still have loved her every day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOLITARY WOODSMAN by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS SAINT BRIDE'S LULLABY by WILLIAM SHARP THE CHILD ALONE: 1. THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON NOTHING WILL DIE by ALFRED TENNYSON LOVE AND LIFE. A SONG by JOHN WILMOT THE SECOND VOLUME by ROBERT MOWRY BELL |