If those dark eyes have gazed on me, Unconscious of their power— The glance in secret ecstasy I've treasured many an hour. If that soft voice, a single word Has breathed for me to hear, Like Heaven's entrancing airs, the chord Resounded on my ear. And yet, alas! too well I knew That love—or hope—was vain, The fountain whence delight I drew Would end in yielding pain! My folly and my peace at once A moment could destroy; It bade me every wish renounce, And broke my dream of joy