WHEN unto thee I sent the page
Instead of first thereon inscribing
The space thou doubtless filledst
up in sport.
And sent it me, to make my joy grow bright.
As soon as the blue cover met my
As well becomes a woman, quick
I tore it open, leaving hidden
And read the well-known words of pure delight:
MY ONLY BEING! DEAREST HEART! SWEET
How kindly thou my yearning then
With gentle words, enthralling
me to thee.
In truth methought I read thy whispers
Wherewith thou lovingly my soul
E'en to myself for aye
Sea Of Tranquility