LOVE'S SILENCE

When through thine eyes the light of Heav'n doth shine

Upon my being, and thy whisper brings,

As the soft rustling of an angel's wings,

Joy to my soul and peace and grace divine;

When thus thy body and thy soul combine

To weave the mystic web thy beauty flings

Around my heart, whose thrilling silence rings

With Hope's unuttered songs that make thee mine,—

Ah, then, O Love! what need of words have we,

Who speak in feeling to each other's heart?

Words are too weak Love's message to impart,

Too frail to live through Love's eternity.

Silence, the voice of God, alone must be

Love's voice for thee, beloved as them art.