Frances Anne Kemble - A Petition lyrics

Lady, whom my beloved loves so well! When on his clasping arm thy head reclineth, When on thy lips his ardent kisses dwell, And the bright flood of burning light that shineth In his dark eyes, is poured into thine; When thou shalt lie enfolded to his heart In all the trusting helplessness of love; If in such joy sorrow can find a part, Oh, give one sigh unto a doom like mine! Which I would have thee pity, but not prove. One cold, calm careless, wintry look that fell Haply by chance one, is all that he Ever gave my love; round that, my wild thoughts dwell In one eternal pang of memory.