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UNSPOKEN PASSION

We never breathed of lore a word, Yet we were both aware Of the deep passion newly stirred Which neither might declare.
We talked of things indifferent, And none our thoughts might guess, Though love to every accent lent A tone of tenderness.
Swift telegraphic messages Flashed forth from eye to eye: "I love, but must my love suppress"— "O cruel destiny."
"Ah! had we only met before. When we to love were free!""Wretched we must be evermore, None so forlorn as we!"
"Our secret love our eyes alone, And not our lips may tell.""No need of words for what is known To both of us so well."

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