If there is any way, dear Lord In which my heart may send her word Of my continued love, And of my joy in her relief From paina joy not even grief And loneliness may rise above, Reveal it to me ... for I long To keep intact the tie so strong Between us, from my birth, That when we meet (as meet we must) There shall be naught but perfect trust, Such as we always knew on earth! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER THE NEGRO DANCERS by CLAUDE MCKAY |