Though not a breath can enter here, br I know the wind blows fresh and free; br I know the sun is shining clear, br Though not a gleam can visit me. br They thought while I in darkness lay, br 'Twere pity that I should not know br How all the earth is smiling gay; br How fresh the vernal breezes blow. br br They knew, such tidings to impart br Would pierce my weary spirit through, br And could they better read my heart, br They'd tell me, she was smiling too. br br They need not, for I know it well, br Methinks I see her even now; br No sigh disturbs her bosom's swell, br No shade o'ercasts her angel brow.