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, 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!