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