During the day, throughout the night,
I trust whoever reads this keeps their lips sealed tight.
Each night, when you go to lay your head,
I’ll be in my room, not sleeping, but, crying instead. ...
Sometimes, to solace my sad heart, I say,
Though late it be, though lily-time be past,
Though all the summer skies be overcast,
Haply I will go down to her, some day,
And cast my rests of life before her feet,
That she may have her will of me, being so sweet
And none gainsay!