Lx. They Have Company This Evening, And The House Is Full Of Light; Up There At The Shining Window Moves A Shadowy Form In White. Thou Seest Me Not--In The Darkness I Stand Here Below, Apart; Yet Less, Ah Less Thou Seest Into My Gloomy Heart! My Gloomy Heart It Loves Thee, Loves Thee In Every Spot: It Breaks, It Bleeds, It Shudders--But Into It Thou Seest Not! Lxii. Diamonds Hast Thou, And Pearls, And All By Which Men Lay Store; And Of Eyes Thou Hast The Fairest-- Darling, What Wouldst Thou More? Upon Thine Eyes So Lovely Have I A Whole Army-Corps Of Undying Songs Composed-- Dearest, What Wouldst Thou More? And With Thine Eyes So Lovely Thou Hast Tortured Me Very Sore, And Hast Ruined Me Altogether-- Darling, What Wouldst Thou More?