ONE AND ONE.

By Rose Hawthorne Lathrop

The thanking heart can only silence keep;

The breaking heart can only die alone:

Our happy love above abysses deep

Of unguessed power hovers, and is gone!

Come, take my hand, O friend I take for life!

You cannot reach my soul through touch or gaze;

Be our full lips with infinite meanings rife:

The longed-for words, which of us ever says?