I know her story-telling eye br Has more expression than her tongue; br And from that heart-extorted sigh, br At once the peal of love is rung. br br When that soft eye lets fall a tear br Of doating fondness as we part, br The stream is from a cause sincere, br And issues from a melting heart. br br What shall her fluttering pulse restrain, br The life-watch beating from her soul, br When all the power of hate is slain, br And love permits it no control. br br When said her tongue, I wish thee well, br Her eye declared it must be true; br And every sentence seem'd to tell br The tale of sorrow told by few. br br When low she bow'd and wheel'd aside, br I saw her blushing temples fade; br Her smiles were sunk in sorrow's tide, br But love was in her eye betray'd.