I DO not think she loves me yet, Her glance meets mine direct and free; Its very sweetness seems to set A bar between herself and me. I never touched her lips with mine, I dare not dream I ever may; Still when I come her eyes will shine, And soften when I go away. Some hours I cannot well forget, Perhaps she may remember too. I know I loved her when we met, She never seemed as others do. I loved to watch her flushing cheek, Her soft hair carelessly astray, To see her smile, to hear her speak, And still have loved her every day. I do not think she loves me yet, I dare not think she ever may; I know I loved her when we met, And still have loved her every day. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY GARDEN by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN JUNE (1) by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT POOR MAILIE'S ELEGY by ROBERT BURNS THE POET AND THE BABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR DYING SPEECH OF AN OLD PHILOSOPHER by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 103. WRITTEN AT FLORENCE: 1 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE CALL by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON |