Could teach these eyes to shed a tear;
And yet, a very child I be,
Alas, I still remember thee!
I often gaze with heart unmoved
On lips that smile like thine, beloved;
I often catch a deep low tone,
That bears the music of thine own;
Yet pass, without a tear or smile,
My pulses calm and cool, the while.
Thou, dearest, hast been linked to me