If courage found might place your hand in mine,
And let me search those deep, dark sultry eyes,
Might gentle fingers in sweet love entwine
And heart to heart, dear smiles of love apprise;
Soft whispers then of many love-worn thoughts,
That slowly waft upon the twilight breeze,
Where breast to breast and lips to lips now locked
Enrapture hope—life’s pure, eternal theme.
But you sit now so far away from me,
No simple arms to breach that chasm cross,
There frozen fast in doubt’s uncertainty,
My love’s own strength, endorsing here a loss.
Yes I—a craven fool—lost in my part,
Lips poised to kiss, now tremble with my heart.

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