Without thy name would but discordant be.
II.
I wonder if none wonder why I smile,
As, thinking of my love, I walk the street,
And neither see nor hear the folk I greet,
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But only see my one love all the while.
I wandered many a long and joyous mile
Through fragrant woods, whose boughs were locked o'erhead.
Blithe birds were carolling for me; I only said,
"Fly, fly to her! her happy hours beguile."
'T was only yesterday I saw my love, -
'T was only yestereve I saw my own.
Beside her window sat she quite alone,
With eyes fixed on the starry heights above.
She saw me not, and I gazed from afar,
As one who worships the pale evening star.
D.