SWEET, do you ask me if you love or no?

Soon will your answers to my questions show:

If in your cheeks hot blushes come and go,

Like rose-leaves shaken on new-fallen snow;

If tender sorrows in your heart arise,

And sudden teardrops tremble in your eyes;

If from my presence you would sigh to part,

Believe me, darling, I have touched your heart.

If when I speak your blue-veined eyelids sink,

And veil the thoughts you scarcely dare to think:

If when I greet you, hardly you reply,

And when we part, but breathe a faint “Good-bye!”

If your sweet face to mine you cannot raise,

Yet fear not so to meet another’s gaze;

If all these things to make you glad combine,

Believe me, darling, that your heart is mine.