The Loving One Writes

THE look that thy sweet eyes on mine impress The pledge thy lips to mine convey,--the kiss,-- He who, like me, hath knowledge sure of this, Can he in aught beside find happiness? Removed from thee, friend-sever'd, in distress, These thoughts I vainly struggle to dismiss: They still return to that one hour of bliss, The only one; then tears my grief confess. But unawares the tear makes haste to dry: He loves, methinks, e'en to these glades so still,-- And shalt not thou to distant lands extend? Receive the murmurs of his loving sigh; My only joy on earth is in thy will, Thy kindly will tow'rd me; a token send!