  You told me you had done with love, You showed me why; You said it often, just to prove Inconstancy! I never heard— I only marked—the unsaid word. You told me you had thoughts beyond My own poor love, A wider sphere, ambitions fond! 'Fore God above In rosy bliss I only felt th' ungiven kiss! I knew one day that unsaid word would dress In shining letters, spelling happiness! I knew that love would one day be mine own, A tender suppliant for forgiveness won. I had no fear, Tho' cold and clear You gave your answer,—sweet, my dear, I never heard—your spoken word! |
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