LADY, I see you every day-- br More than your other lovers do; br I sit beside you at the Play, br And in the Park I ride with you. br br br Through picture shows with you I roam br With you I shop and dance and dine; br I know the hours when you're 'at home' br To no one else's knock but mine. br br br And yet so near and yet so far, br I scarce dare look at you, for fear br I should remark, 'How sweet you are, br How charming, and how very dear!' br br br I dare not touch that hand of yours, br Or lend my voice a tender tone; br I know my state of grace endures br By fasting and by prayer alone. br br br But, in my lonely dreamlit nights, br I kiss your hands, your lips, your eyes; br For absence grants me all the rights br Your presence evermore denies.