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Show TO NETTIE. By R. W. S. Only to feel thy gentle presence near No more to grieve no more to dread or fear'-S. (O Silent Love! more eloquent than words!) Were more to me than fame or gift of songs; More than the plaudits of inspiring throngs, Dearer than notes that flow from sweet-toned birds. How g od the pressure of a hand that's true! The gaze of eyes with love-light shining through Filling all space with joy and golden light A voiceless tenderness, unheard, yet keen, A trembling ecstacy that comes unseen, As daylight falls into the shadow'd night. O Love! that hath nor look, nor voice, nor sigh! 0 perfumed breath, as of night winds passed by Your wondrous message shall not die unknown. Forever, over time's unmeasured shore, My unvoiced love shall hail thee o'er and o'er, Until, in kind, 'tis answered by thine own. |