Your affections for me, I have yet seen.
Your forgiveness, I have yet to bring.
I’d given my love gratis, yours I never win.
Of different passions from a common spring.
And though I view you in my dreams, within the thunder sky, the sullen streams,
Yet what I feel or see in none,
Is but a dream all merged in one,
Yet what I feel, I feel no tone,
What I love, I loved alone,
Yet to see your love or seem within,
Is but a dream within a dream.