A love song

With thy passionate lips,

With thy warm caress,

In silencing rapture, -

Bless me, oh ! bless!

Thrill me and fill me,

With thy full heart,

'Till of its beating

Mine seemeth to part.


In my lone dreaming

Of love and of thee,

Ah ! how I languish

Still nearer to be !

Nearer in presence -

Near as in thought,

In thy love  treasure

Finding all sought,


Words can but poorly

Longing impart,

Unuttered yearnings,

Die at my heart.

Better unspoken -

Better unknown,

Unless already

Heard in thine own.



By Mrs W Sawyer