Hidden Harmony

THE thoughts in me are very calm and high That think upon your love: yet by your leave You shall not greatly marvel that this eve Or nightfall—yet scarce nightfall—the strong sky Leaves me thus sad. Now if you ask me why, I cannot teach you, dear; but I believe It is that man will always interweave Life with fresh want, with wish or fear to die. It may be therefore,—though the matter touch Nowise our love,—that I so often look Sad in your presence, often feeling so. And of the reason I can tell thus much:— Man's soul is like the music in a book Which were not music but for high and low.