Richard’s sonnet to Helena. Lyrics below:

Lyrics by Richard Watson Gilder
Music: Dan McNay

I know not if I love her overmuch:
But this I know, that when unto her face she lifts her hand,
Which rests there, still, a space, then slowly falls-
‘t is I who feel that touch.

I know not if I love her more
than those who long her light have known
But for the rose she covers in her hair, I’d give my heart

And when she sudden shakes her head,
with such a look, I soon her secret meaning trace.
So when she runs I think ‘t is I who race.
Like a poor cripple who has lost his crutch

I know not if I love her more
than those who long her light have known
But for the rose she covers in her hair, I’d give my heart

I am if she is gone: And when she goes,
I know not why, for that is a strange art-
As if myself should from myself depart.
I know not if I love her more

I know not if I love her more
than those who long her light have known
But for the rose she covers in her hair, I’d give my heart