Poem by Louisa Stuart Costello

Song (I will not ask one glance from thee)

I will not ask one glance from thee,
  Lest, fondly, I should linger yet,
And all thy scorn and cruelty
  In that entrancing glance forget.

I may not, dare not, hear thee speak
  In music's most persuasive tone,
Lest the sweet sound to joy awake,
  And I forget 'tis sound alone!

1. The Return to Paraclete
2. November Fifth
3. Song (When others saw thee gay and vain)
4. Lines (I cannot sleep—my nights glide on)
5. Sylph's Song

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