by John Arthur Blaikie |
Sigh his name into the night With the stars for company, From thy lips 't will take fair flight, Doing thee no injury, If by the sea or trysting-tree Thou breathe it in no company. Whisper it from thy full heart, Let none hear thy passion moan, Safe from cruel pang or smart, To the cold world unbeknown, By darkling tree or silent sea With Love alone for company. In thy heart of hearts let sleep All thy rapture; and his name True in purity shall keep All its vital force and flame; Fickle speech and falsest jar Come from lips that loudest are. -John Arthur Blaikie, c. 1895 |