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If he could know my songs are all for him, / At silver dawn or in the evening glow, / Would he not smile and think it but a whim, / If he could know?
Or would his heart rejoice and overflow, / As happy brooks that break their icy rim / When April's horns along the hillsides blow?
I may not speak till Eros' torch is dim, / The god is bitter and will have it so; / And yet to-night our fate would seem less grim / If he could know.