And the heart so cruel, Has no pity for my sighs,
No compassion for this fool?
Does it stir you not, my anguish?
Can I rouse no answering spark?
Can you bear to see me languish?
Then my love has left no mark.
Alas! Tis sad, but all too true,
That you can love me never;
So I ask just this of you:
A kiss--to keep forever.