But only in my chamber
I dare express my pain;
For always in thy presence
Quite silent I remain.
For there were evil angels
Who sealed my lips so close.
And oh! from evil angels
Sprang all my wretched woes.
XXXIII.
Ah, those pure white lily fingers,
Once again could I but kiss them,
Press them close against my heart,
Melt away in silent weeping!
Oh, those clearest eyes of violet
Hover day and night before me,
And I ponder o'er the meaning
Of those lovely blue enigmas.
XXXIV.
"Did she ne'er express compassion
For thy tender situation?
Could'st thou never in her glances
Read thy love's reciprocation?
"Could'st thou ne'er surprise the spirit
In her bright eyes unawares?
Yet thou surely art no donkey,
Dearest friend, in these affairs!"
XXXV.
They loved one another, but neither
Confessed a word thereof.
They met with coldest glances,
Though pining away with love.