Dear,I tried to write you such a letter As would tell you all my heart to-day.
Written Love is poor;one word were better;
Easier,too,a thousand times,to say.
I can tell you all:fears,doubts unheeding,While I can be near you,hold your hand,Looking right into your eyes,and reading Reassurance that you understand.
Yet I wrote it through,then lingered,thinking Of its reaching you,--what hour,what day;Till I felt my heart and courage sinking With a strange,new,wondering dismay.
"Will my letter fall,"I wondered sadly,"On her mood like some discordant tone,Or be welcomed tenderly and gladly?
Will she be with others,or alone?
"It may find her too absorbed to read it,Save with hurried glance and careless air:
Sad and weary,she may scarcely heed it;
Gay and happy,she may hardly care.
"Shall I--dare I--risk the chances?"slowly Something,--was it shyness,love,or pride?-Chilled my heart,and checked my courage wholly;So I laid it wistfully aside.
Then I leant against the casement,turning Tearful eyes towards the far-off west,Where the golden evening light was burning,Till my heart throbbed back again to rest.
And I thought:"Love's soul is not in fetters,Neither space nor time keep souls apart;Since I cannot--dare not--send my letters,Through the silence I will send my heart.
"If,perhaps now,while my tears are falling,She is dreaming quietly alone,She will hear my Love's far echo calling,Feel my spirit drawing near her own.
"She will hear,while twilight shades enfold her,All the gathered Love she knows so well -Deepest Love my words have ever told her,Deeper still--all I could never tell.
"Wondering at the strange mysterious power That has touched her heart,then she will say:-'Some one whom I love,this very hour,Thinks of me,and loves me,far away.'
"If,as well may be,to-night has found her Full of other thoughts,with others by,Through the words and claims that gather round her She will hear just one,half-smothered sigh;"Or will marvel why,without her seeking,Suddenly the thought of me recurs;Or,while listening to another speaking,Fancy that my hand is holding hers."So I dreamed,and watched the stars'far splendour Glimmering on the azure darkness,start,-While the star of trust rose bright and tender,Through the twilight shadows of my heart.
