One moment I have held her to my breast
And looked within her deep and tender eyes;
Have seen the hot tears all unbidden rise,
Tears for my sorrow, for love's vain request.
Just for a moment I have felt her lips
Rest on my forehead, and henceforth I bear
The memory of that kiss imprinted there:
Just for a moment did her finger-tips
Caress my cheek, and linger as they fell.
Now we are parted, but she knows my heart:
Another claims her; but to dwell apart
I am content. She understands me well;
And, deep within her soul, I know will be
A tenderness, if not a love for me.
