If but a wish could bring you to my arms

If but a wish could bring you to my arms ,
My honour would not bear
Without your free consent to wish you there :
If your consent were given .
Then without need to wish I were in heaven .
Why do I then repine
That I have not the power to wish you mine ?

If but a dream could make your love my own ,
I would not stoop so low
Without your knowledge to possess you so :
If once my dream you knew ,
Then without need to dream my dream were true .
Why do I then repine
That I have not the power to dream you mine ?

If but a call to me would pass your lips ,
My honour would allow
Without more thought that you should call me now :
If you would think one word
Then without need to call you should be heard :
Why else do I repine
That I have not the power to call you mine ?

22 May 1954