By the gloom that shades my heart, When, fair girl, from thee I part; By the deep impassioned sigh, Half suppressed when thou art nigh; By the heaving of my breast, When thy hand by mine is pressed; By these fervent sighs betrayed; Canst thou doubt my truth, sweet maid? Then say, oh! say, you love me! By the joy that thrills my frame, To hear another praise thy name; By my mingled dread the while, Lest that one should woo thy smile; By the flush that dyes my cheek, Telling what I ne'er could speak; By these fervent signs betrayed, Canst thou doubt my truth sweet maid? Then say, oh! say, you love me! Heart and soul, more fond than mine, Trust me, never can be thine; Heart and soul, whose passion pure, Long as life shall thus endure. Take, oh! take me, let me live On the hope thy smiles can give; See me kneel before my throne; Take, oh! take me, for thine own, And say, oh! say, you love me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WINDMILL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES LIFE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE WE PARTED IN SILENCE by JULIA CRAWFORD A TEAMSTER'S FAREWELL by CARL SANDBURG AN ACTOR'S REMINISCENCES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) CORRESPONDENCES by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE IN THAT DAY by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: SINCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |