They stride beside my bench with joyous heart;
Some dully greet, then swiftly they depart.
Despite these muffled shadows pass by me,
My only wish for now is Her to see.
The barren books and papers I forgo;
My eyes too restive, scouting to and fro.
Although my reason spurs to that degree,
My only wish for now is Her to see.
I chide myself, reproach for futile time,
Admit the waste of unrequited rhyme,
Yet from this gripping bench my legs can’t flee;
My only wish for now is Her to see.
Oh! There she glides! My chest! My pulse! My brain!
My only wish is Her, to see again.
