Words

I cannot tell what I would tell thee,

What I would say, what thou shouldst hear:

Words of the soul that should compell thee,

Words of the heart to draw thee near.

For when thou smilest, thou, who fillest

My life with joy, and I would speak,

‘ T is then my lips and tongue are stillest,

Knowing all language is too weak.

Look in my eyes: read there confession:

The truest love has least of art:

Nor needs it words for its expression

When soul speaks soul and heart speaks heart.