SPEAK low to me, my love, speak low! The gods will hear Our whispering——— And gods mean not that men shall know Delight so dear, So sweet a thing As this—our love! O sweet, speak low! Breathe tender names, @3oh, softly!@1 They Are listening! Let them not know You hold me dear—lest they should stay Our murmuring! Dear one, speak low If you call me a tender name to-day! Oh, whisper—lest they hear, my sweet! For they above——— They know full well Their realms lack joy so complete! Tell me your love. ... But softly tell——— Let them not hear! Speak low, my sweet! |