Oh! Mary, have you not seen for weeks and months how I have loved you?
Long ago, when first we met, a deep, unutterable love stole into my heart.

I fancied for a time that you returned it, till the evening we met at my sister's, and you spoke with such indifference of leaving me behind.

I saw then I had flattered myself falsely; that you entertained none save friendly feelings toward me.

Still, I thought in time you might learn to regard me with warmer sentiments.

So I hoped on till the evening of our last ride, when your agitation led me to suppose you loved another.