I LOVED. HE DID NOT LOVE

Translated from Madame Desbordes-Valmore by Sir Tollemache Sinclair, Wlien he grew pale one evening and his trembling voice Grew silent all at once in a word just begun, When his eyes, which their eyelids raised to me, so choice, Filled me with love by which I thought him fully won, When all his features lit by flames, like burning coal,

Seemed lighted from above, Themselves for aye reflected in my inmost soul, I loved, he did not love!