The Things Unsaid are the Things that Count!
You told me you had done with love,
You showed me why;
You said it often, just to prove
Inconstancy!
I never heard—
I only marked—the unsaid word.
You told me you had thoughts beyond
My own poor love,
A wider sphere, ambitions fond!
'Fore God above
In rosy bliss
I only felt th' ungiven kiss!
I knew one day that unsaid word would dress
In shining letters, spelling happiness!
I knew that love would one day be mine own,
A tender suppliant for forgiveness won.
I had no fear,
Tho' cold and clear
You gave your answer,—sweet, my dear,
I never heard—your spoken word!
The Song of the Long Ago
Wraith of the out-lived years,
Wandering too and fro,
Floating to earth on the hallowed tones
Of a song of long ago.
Shadows of those asleep
Steal through the simple lay,
Lifting the silvery veil aside
Of a long lost yesterday.
Beautiful silent days,
Raised from the silent past,
In the pregnant chords of a once loved song
Memory speaks at last.