I Would I Knew The Lady Of Thy Heart! She Whom Thou Lov'St Perchance, As I Love Thee, - She Unto Whom Thy Thoughts And Wishes Flee; Those Thoughts, In Which, Alas! I Bear No Part. Oh, I Have Sat And Sighed, Thinking How Fair, How Passing Beautiful, Thy Love Must Be; Of Mind How High, Of Modesty How Rare; And Then I've Wept, I've Wept In Agony! Oh, That I Might But Once Behold Those Eyes, That To Thy Enamour'D Gaze Alone Seem Fair; Once Hear That Voice, Whose Music Still Replies To The Fond Vows Thy Passionate Accents Swear: Oh, That I Might But Know The Truth And Die, Nor Live In This Long Dream Of Misery!