And thus it is my reverence brings
Me woe. As silent as the tomb,
My heart bowed down with sacred awe
Still wanders thro’ Love’s trackless dome.
Men call me cold. Alas! could they
But feel the half, the tenth I feel,
Could they but look thro’ reverent eyes,
They might my sealed heart unseal.
Too deep the mighty river flows;
Too deep the silent waters are;