ove cannot be quiet till the mind matches its growth; you are matched to my love; you are friendly, kind and indulgent; let me know when my heart is off the balance. I understand your silent signs.
A look from your eyes into mine, a kiss from you upon my lips, instructs me in all, what might seem delightful to learn, to one who like me, had experience from those. I am far from you; mine are become strange to me. I must ever return in thought to that hour when you hold me in the soft fold of your arm. Then I begin to weep, but the tears dry again unawares. Yes, he reaches with his love(thus I think) over to me in this concealed stillness, and should not I, with my eternal undisturbed longing, reach to him in the distance? Ah, conceive what my heart has to say to you, it overflows with soft sighs and whisper to you. Be my only happiness on earth your friendly will to me. O, dear friend, give me but a sign that you are conscious of me.