Fanny Kemble - My Love lyrics

There's not a fibre in my trembling frame That does not vibrate when thy step draws near, There's not a pulse that throbs not when I hear Thy voice, thy breathing, nay thy very name. When thou art with me every sense seems dim, And all I am, or know, or feel is thee; My soul grows faint, my veins run liquid flame, And my bewildered spirit seems to swim In eddying whirls of pa**ion, dizzily. When thou art gone, there creeps into my heart A cold and bitter consciousness of pain: The light, the warmth of life with thee depart, And I sit dreaming over and over again Thy greeting clasp, thy parting look and tone; And suddenly I wake--and am alone.