I loved; yet not even one br Of those I loved ever knew br How dearly, how well I loved... br Who knows how to read the heart? br br Now, even those who inspired br The greatest of my raptures, br The deepest of my sorrows, br Alas... don't recognize me. br br You'd think my love that river br Which took its boundless currents br From the snows of the tall peaks; br Yet the peaks never noticed. br br Or you'd think my love that door br That no one knocked and entered; br Covered with fargrant flowers, br A secret grove was my love. br br And if, perchance, some did see br In the bright and boundless sky br My love ascending as smoke, br Ah... its flames they did not see... br br I loved; but not even one br Of those I loved ever knew br How dearly, how well I loved...