UNLOVED.

Paler than the water's white

Stood the maiden in the shade,

And more silent than the night

Were her lips together laid;

Eyes she hid so long and still

By lids wet with unshed tears,

Hands she loosely clasped at will,

Though her heart was full of fears.

Never, never, never more

May her soul with joy be moved;

Silent, silent, silent,— for

He was silent whom she loved.