Appreciated

Ah, could I but be understood!”
(I prayed the powers above)
“Could but some spirit, bright and good,
Know me and, knowing, love!”

One summer's day there came to pass—
A maid; and it befell
She spied and knew me: yea, alas!
She knew me all too well.

Gray were the eyes of Rosamund,
And I could see them see
Through and through me, and beyond,
And care no more for me.
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