O Beauty, Passing Beauty! Sweetest Sweet! How Can Thou Let Me Waste My Youth In Sighs? I Only Ask To Sit Beside Thy Feet. Thou Knowest I Dare Not Look Into Thine Eyes. Might I But Kiss Thy Hand! I Dare Not Fold My Arms About Thee--Scarcely Dare To Speak. And Nothing Seems To Me So Wild And Bold, As With One Kiss To Touch Thy Blessed Cheek. Methinks If I Should Kiss Thee, No Control Within The Thrilling Brain Could Keep Afloat The Subtle Spirit. Even While I Spoke, The Bare Word "Kiss" Hath Made My Inner Soul To Tremble Like A Lute String, Ere The Note Hath Melted In The Silence That It Broke