To----

But once I dared to lift my eyes--

To lift my eyes to thee;

And since that day, beneath the skies,

No other sight they see.

In vain sleep shuts them in the night--

The night grows day to me;

Presenting idly to my sight

What still a dream must be.

A fatal dream--for many a bar

Divides thy fate from mine;

And still my passions wake and war,

But peace be still with thine.