I have a more than friend

"I have more than a friend

Across the mountains dim:

No other's voice is soft to me,

Unless it nameth him."

Margret, Margret.

"Though louder beats my heart,

I know his tread again,

And his fair plume aye, unless turned away,

For the tears do blind me then:

We brake no gold, a sign

Of stronger faith to be,

But I wear his last look in my soul,

Which said, I love but thee!"

Margret, Margret.