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I feel the light within my eyes, The colour on my cheek; My life beats till I cannot breathe, I am too glad to speak. He goes—it is the setting sun That leaves the world in night; Pale, faint, I lean against the wall— My life has lost its light.

I sleep—his name is on my lips, It murmurs through my dreams, And present with the waking day His early image seems.

Love is a fearful thing—a love So fervent and so fond, That has no other hope in life, And dares not look beyond.

Ah, every cause for which I love, A cause of fear must be: So proud, so worshipped, can he waste A single thought on me?

I would lay down my life, so he My soul's deep fondness knew; Alas! I can but dream of all I have not power to do.