Let us heed not the passers or what they say,
While Love in our hearts finds a safe retreat,
For souls can reach Heaven, though feet may stray
As they steer through the turbulent throng of the street.
THE BLUSH.
Within my heart there fell a hush,
I thought my very soul had died,
When first I saw my lady blush
And own the love she strove to hide.
I thought my very soul had died
Before affection bade her speak,
And own the love she strove to hide
With silent ways and manners meek.
Before affection bade her speak,
I watched her as she used to go
With silent ways and manners meek,
Whilst I with love was all aglow.
I watched her as she used to go
To gather simple blossoms fair,
Whilst I with love was all aglow
Yet dared not lay my passion bare.
To gather simple blossoms fair
I often went—to give to her,
Yet dared not lay my passion bare
Though all my soul with love did stir.
I often went to give to her
My life if she would deign to take,
Though all my soul with love did stir
My lips their silence dared not break.
My life if she would deign to take
’Twas her’s, not mine—yet strange to tell
My lips their silence dared not break,
Ere she had learned love’s sacred spell.