Parerga/Thy Lips Have Never Breath'd to Me

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THY LIPS HAVE NEVER BREATH'D TO ME.

I.Thy lips have never breath'd to me Avowal of their love;I boast no gage bestow'd by thee, The tender tale to prove.And yet I know thou lovest me As deeply and sincerelyAs ever woman's heart could love— That heart which loves so dearly.
II.There are a thousand looks and tones Of eloquent expression,A thousand little nameless things That frame the heart's confession.Each, singly, feeble as a wave In summer's softest weather,But strong as the resistless sea, When felt and view'd together.
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III.And this should Love's own language be, To all save Love unknown;The thoughts that words are weak to paint Should only thus be shown.Thy feelings, which I read so well, Require nor voice nor token;The love that is unspeakable Must still remain unspoken.
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