“ If you but knew the tears that fall1
For life unloved and fireside drear,2
Perhaps, before my lonely hall,3
You would pass near.4
“ If you but knew your power to thrill5
My drooping soul by one pure glance,6
One look across my window-sill7
You’d cast perchance.8
“ If you but knew what soothing balm9
One heart can on another pour,10
Would you not sit—a sister calm—11
Beside my door ?12
“ And if you knew I loved you well,13
And loved you too with all my heart,14
You’d come to me, with me to dwell,15
And ne’er depart.”16