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1841–1896

XVI.

Mathilde Blind

Ah, 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!

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