They have company coming this evening,
And the house is ablaze with light;
Up yonder a figure in shadow
Sweeps past by the windows bright.
Thou seest me not, - in the darkness
I stand here, under thy room, -
Still less canst thou see the darkness
Is shrouding my heart in gloom.
My dark heart loves thee, adores thee,
It loves, and it breaks for thee, -
Breaks, quivers, wells out its dear life-blood, -
But all this thou dost not see!
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