Dear, did you know how sweet to me  
Was every glance of yours, how sweet
The laugh that lights your face with glee,  
The passing murmur of your feet,  

And seeing perchance with grief how vain          
The love that makes you sadly dear
Did grant for my unuttered pain  
A whispered word, a smile, a tear  

Dropped like a star from Paradise,  
Then might I bless my weary state,        
Though you behold me from the skies  
And I on earth am desolate.

Theodore Wratislaw

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