When the world has lost its charms.
“Still you will not know I’m speaking,
Though your blindness gives me pain;
Must I be forever seeking
For your notice, all in vain?
See, I softly press your pillow,
Softly touch your dewy lips,
Brush your bosom’s heaving billow,
Clasp your dainty finger tips.
“Once when midnight shadows thickened,