“‘Shall I—dare I—risk the chances?’ Slowly
Something, was it shyness, love, or pride?
Chilled all my heart and checked my courage wholly;
In wistful silence then I laid it all aside.
“Then I leant against the casement, turning
My tearful eyes toward the far-off West,
Where the golden evening light was burning,
Until my heart throbbed back again to rest.
“And I thought, ‘Love’s soul is not in fetters;
Neither space nor time keeps souls apart;