Love, maiden Love, cries not within the gates
Where sit the watchers, watching hour by hour;
Love hideth by the wayside and Love waits
Breathless within her bower.
For faint her voice and very sweet to hear,
And dim her form, yet very fair to see,
O Love! my Love! it quiets all my fear
And hourly comforts me.
Who blindly loves, and boldly, he but errs;
Love answers not to each and all who cry;
Perchance this Love her willing love prefers
To those who pass her by.
They know not where to seek her and to find;
They wander after her from night till morn;
Their messages are wasted on the wind
And all in all forlorn.
Yet who shall lead the lover to his Love,
Or lead his Love to him, to ease his sigh?
No one I wot of out of Heaven above—
In sooth, not you, or I!
(Charles Warren Stoddard)
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