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I will not look for him -- I will not hear / My heart's loud beating, as I strain to see / Across the rain forlorn and hopelessly, / Nor starting, think 'tis he that draws so near.
I will forget how tenderly and dear / He might in coming hold his arms to me, / For I will prove what woman's pride can be / When faint love lingers in the darkness drear.
I will not -- Ah, but should he come to-night / I think my life might break thro' very bliss, / This little will should so be torn apart / That all my soul might fail in golden light / And let me die -- So do I long for this.
Ah, love, thine eyes! -- Nay, love -- Thy heart, thy heart!