How can I tell thee, dear, what never words Have fitly told? How ope my heart to thee Wherein thou mightst, as in a well, perceive Deep down but the mere shadow of my love? But as the wind sweeps from the icy north To some lov'd isle in dim Pacific seas, Or as the never-ceasing circling waves Follow round earth the radiant orb of night, So follow I with love unspeakable The pathways fill'd with light which are thine own. O love, thou art the flame that burns for me, My steady purpose! That no dark can quench! Holding thy hand I fear no more to watch The shifting of the changeful lights of Fate. |