THE HEART OF LOVE

Look in mine eyes, Belovèd,— for my tongue

Must never utter what my heart doth claim,—

And read Love there, for Love's forbidden name

Dies on my trembling lips unvoiced, unsung.

Nor sighs, nor tears — the bitter tribute wrung

From hearts of woe — must e'er that love proclaim

For which the world's unpitying heart would blame

Thy pity — though from purest fountains sprung.

Fate and the world, they bid wide oceans roll

Between our yearning hearts and their desire;

Yea, lips they silence, but can ne'er control

The heart of Love, nor quench its sacred fire.

I must not speak; O look into my soul —

There read the message which thou dost require!