UNCHANGED

But you are here unchanged. You say not so

In words, but when you placed your hands in mine;

But when I saw the same old glory shine

Within your eyes, I read it; and I know.

And when those hands ran up along my arm,

And rested on my shoulder for a space,

A sacred inquisition in your face,

To read my heart, how could I doubt that charm,

That truth ineffable!— I set my soul

In hazard to a farthing, that you kept

The faith, with pride unspeakable, the whole

Course of those years in which communion slept.

Your soul flamed in your look; you read; I knew

How little worth was I, how heavenly you.