32 (i know you will win)
I KNOW YOU will win my heart some day, my lover.
Through your stars you gaze deep into my dreams;
You send your secrets in your moonbeams to me, and I muse and my eyes dim with tears.
Your wooing is in the sunny sky thrilling in the tremulous leaves, in the idle hours overflowing with shepherds' piping, in the rain-dimmed dusk when the heart aches with its loneliness.