Love Letters of a Violinist, and Other Poems

by Eric Mackay

"Thee, only thee!" I cried. "From year to year,

Thee, only thee—not fame!" And silver-clear,

Thy voice responded: "God will grant the rest."

XX.

I kiss'd thine eyes. I kiss'd them where the blue

Peep'd smiling forth; and proudly as before

I heard the tones that thrill'd me to the core.

"If thou love me," they said, "if thou be true,

Thou shalt have fame, and love, and music too!"

Entranced I kiss'd the lips that I adore.