LXII.
To-night they give a party,
The house is all a-glow.
Above, in the lighted window,
Moves a shadow to and fro.
Thou see'st me not in the darkness,
I stand below, apart.
Still less, my dear, thou seeest
Within my gloomy heart.
My gloomy heart it loves thee;
It breaks for love of thee,
It breaks, and yearns, and bleedeth,
Only thou wilt not see.