Yet, there was something I could feel
Electrify the air
When both of us were quite alone
And no one else was there.
And when at last I spoke my love,
And wanting yours for me,
I looked into your eyes and knew
Such love was not to be.
OF THIS GREAT VOICELESS LOVE
Of this great voiceless love of mine for you
There is no word to your heart out of mine
That may go winging through the whispering night.
Look only then for laughter in my letters
As I from day to day The Fool rehearse.
And if one blushing phrase too boldly written
Inscribes too fervently that I am yours,
Believe it only penmanship and style,
Or the careless informality of friends.
I WOULD HAVE BROUGHT YOU FIRE
I would have brought you fire for those nights
When you were cold and lonely and in doubt.
I would have brought you laughter for your tears
And given you new dreams to dream about.
But look away, your eyes are much too bright,
And sorrow has lent beauty to your face,
And should I cast aside this cloak of years
And live forever after in disgrace—
It is an old temptation sprung anew,
Yet must not be.
Ah, look at me and you shall see
I am, my love, as miserable as you!
TOO MUCH OF LIFE
Too much of life we spend alone,
Too many thoughts are ours to share,
Too little love we call our own
Though multitudes of men are there.