unknown author
if you but knew
how all my days seemed filled with dreams of you,
how sometimes in the silent night
your eyes thrill through me with their tender light,
how oft i hear your voice when others speak,
how you 'mid other forms i seek--
oh, love more real than though such dreams were true
if you but knew.
could you but guess
how you alone make all my happiness,
how i am more than willing for your sake
to stand alone, give all and nothing take,
nor chafe to think you bound while i am free,
quite free, [still yet], to love you silently,
could you but guess...