Your eyes drink of me,
           Love makes them shine,
Your eyes that lean
           So close to mine.
We have long been lovers,
           We know the range
Of each other's moods
           And how they change;
But when we look
           At each other so
Then we feel
           How little we know;
The spirit eludes us,
           Timid and free—
Can I ever know you
           Or you know me?