XVI.

Ah, if you knew how soon and late

My eyes long for a sight of you,

Sometimes in passing by my gate

You'd linger until fall of dew,

If you but knew!

Ah, if you knew how sick and sore

My life flags for the want of you,

Straightway you'd enter at the door

And clasp my hand between your two,

If you but knew!

Ah, if you knew how lost and lone

I watch and weep and wait for you,

You'd press my heart close to your own

Till love had healed me through and through,

If you but knew!