To One Across the Way + 

When at your window radiant you’ve stood + 

I’ve sometimes thought⁠—forgive me if I erred⁠— + 

That some slight thought of me perhaps has stirred + 

Your heart to beat less gently than it should. + 

I know you beautiful; that you are good + 

I hope⁠—or fear⁠—I cannot choose the word, + 

Nor rightly suit it to the thought. I’ve heard + 

Reason at love’s dictation never could. + 

Blindly to this dilemma so I grope, + 

As one whose every pathway has a snare: + 

If you are minded in the saintly fashion + 

Of your pure face my passion’s without hope; + 

If not, alas! I equally despair, + 

For what to me were hope without the passion? + 