When I see you sitting alone apart,
All absorbed within your thought,
Your head a little bowed down low,
Withdrawing from the crowd and me:
I often wish to break your reverie,
To greet you, but my voice, offended,
By too much fear is held gathered
Inside my mouth, and leaves me wholly still.
I cannot bear the rays of your sight:
Fearful in body, my soul trembles, stirred:
Tongue nor voice perform their action:
Only my sighs, only my sad face
Speak for me, and such passion
Gives enough witness of my love.
Pierre de Ronsard
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