Thy Smiles

Sum up each token thou hast won
'T is hard to share her smiles with many!
Of kindred feeling there —
And while she is so clear to me,
How few for Hope, to build upon,
To fear that I, far less than any,
How many for Despair!
Call out her spirit's witchery!
And if e'er word or look declareth
To find my inmost heart when near her
Love or aversion, which she beareth,
Trembling at every glance and tone,
While of the first, no proof thou hast,
And feel the while each charm grow dearer
How many are there of the last!
That will not beam for me alone.
Then strive no more to understand
How can she thus, sweet spendthrift, squander
Her heart, of whom thou knowest
The treasures one alone can prize!
Enough to prove thy love like sand
How can her eyes to all thus wander,
Upon the wind thou throwest:
When I but live in those sweet eyes!
The ill thou makest out at last
Those syren tones so lightly spoken
Doth but reflect the bitter past,
Cause many a heart I know to thrill;
While all the good thou learnest yet
But mine, and only mine, till broken,
But makes her harder to forget.
In every pulse must answer still.