Hearts First Word. I.

To sweeten a swift minute so With such rare fragrance of sweet speech, And make the after hours go In a blank yearning each on each ; To drain the springs till they be dry, And then in anguish thirst for drink ; So but to glimpse her robe thirst I, And my soul hungers and I sink. There is no word that we have said Whereby the lips and heart arc fire; No look the linked glances read That held the springs of deep desire. And yet the sounds her glad lips gave Are on my soul vibrating still ; Her eyes that swept me as a wave Shine my soul's worship to fulfil. Her hair, her eyes, her throat and chin- Sweet hair, sweet eyes, sweet throat, so sweet, So fair because the ways of sin Have never known her perfect feet- By what far ways and marvellous May I such lovely heaven reach ? What dread, dark seas and perilous Lie 'twist love's silence and love's speech?