I loved you, and a trace of that love's passion
Unquenched within my soul may yet remain;
But all I seek is not in any fashion
To sadden you or bring you further pain,
I loved in silence, hopelessly, but dearly,
Now shyly; now with jealousy aflame;
I loved you, O so fondly, so sincerely -
God grant to you another's love the same.