IT was years since we met and the waves of the sea Swept over me salty and cold; I needed you much and your warm sympathy, But the need was a secret untold.
Not a letter was written, no message was sent Over wires that mortals may see, But the hours of my silence in longing were spent For a word or a token from thee;
At the noontide, in solitude deeper than night, In dull pain and in sorrow I lay, When the door-bell rang quick and your voice brought a light And a warmth to encircle my day.
Though I saw you not, heard not a word that you spoke, Now the rain and the hail-stones may fall; For my midnight passed by and the fair morning broke When you heard me and came at my call.
The invisible fibres attuned by the stars Of our destiny, thrilled at my word; You may come, you may go, but no change ever mars The high symphonies chiming unheard.
Far above all the intricate lines of the earth, And far lower than sea-cables sing, Stretch those mystical threads to the home of their birth Where the soul's deepest sympathies cling.
