Parerga/Thy Lips Have Never Breath'd to Me
< Parerga
THY LIPS HAVE NEVER BREATH'D TO ME.
I.
Thy lips have never breath'd to me
Avowal of their love;
I boast no gage bestow'd by thee,
The tender tale to prove.
And yet I know thou lovest me
As deeply and sincerely
As ever woman's heart could love—
That heart which loves so dearly.
Thy lips have never breath'd to me
Avowal of their love;
I boast no gage bestow'd by thee,
The tender tale to prove.
And yet I know thou lovest me
As deeply and sincerely
As ever woman's heart could love—
That heart which loves so dearly.
II.
There are a thousand looks and tones
Of eloquent expression,
A thousand little nameless things
That frame the heart's confession.
Each, singly, feeble as a wave
In summer's softest weather,
But strong as the resistless sea,
When felt and view'd together.
There are a thousand looks and tones
Of eloquent expression,
A thousand little nameless things
That frame the heart's confession.
Each, singly, feeble as a wave
In summer's softest weather,
But strong as the resistless sea,
When felt and view'd together.
III.
And this should Love's own language be,
To all save Love unknown;
The thoughts that words are weak to paint
Should only thus be shown.
Thy feelings, which I read so well,
Require nor voice nor token;
The love that is unspeakable
Must still remain unspoken.
And this should Love's own language be,
To all save Love unknown;
The thoughts that words are weak to paint
Should only thus be shown.
Thy feelings, which I read so well,
Require nor voice nor token;
The love that is unspeakable
Must still remain unspoken.