VII.

I know you love me not ... I do not love you;

Only at dead of night

I smile a little, softly dreaming of you

Until the dawn is bright.

I love you not; you love me not; I know it!

But when the day is long

I haunt you like the magic of a poet,

And charm you like a song.

Lyrics selected from the works of A. Mary F. Robinson · 第 40 / 81 题