Who shall lay bare love's inmost meaning, who
Reveal the sovereign splendor on its throne,
Or utter forth in language the unknown!—
Old is all language, but all love is new.
How may I tell you of this love that to
Your bosom draws me from my very own,
And wakes me to one need, and one alone,—
O love, the need to be reborn from you!

There is no word whereby love may declare
His holy will; but in the breathless deed
Of adoration, in the primal prayer
At the belovèd breast, he tells his need
To the one kind and conquering heart, and she
In the great silence answers silently.
. . . . . . . .

Listen, dear love, now in this solemn light
The Eternal Silence speaks. What tremulous,
Sweet, radiant word troubles the moonlit night—
What is it God is trying to say to us?