Song. "No—not to win the world's applause"

No—not to win the world's applause
  Would I be great or good or wise;
  But to find favour in your eyes
  And win one smile from you—because,
  O Fairest Fair, I love you.
  Power or riches to obtain
  By aught that I could do or dare,
  I would not strive, I should not care,
  So long as I must say in vain,—
  O Sweetest Sweet, I love you.
  But if I thought that by my death
  You could be mov'd to pity me,
  Then would I die right joyfully,
  And tell you with my latest breath,—
  O Dearest Dear, I love you.