SPIRITUAL TELEGRAPHY.
IT was years since we met and the waves of the sea
Swept over me salty and cold;
I needed you much and your warm sympathy,
But the need was a secret untold.
Swept over me salty and cold;
I needed you much and your warm sympathy,
But the need was a secret untold.
Not a letter was written, no message was sent
Over wires that mortals may see,
But the hours of my silence in longing were spent
For a word or a token from thee;
Over wires that mortals may see,
But the hours of my silence in longing were spent
For a word or a token from thee;
At the noontide, in solitude deeper than night,
In dull pain and in sorrow I lay,
When the door-bell rang quick and your voice brought a light
And a warmth to encircle my day.
In dull pain and in sorrow I lay,
When the door-bell rang quick and your voice brought a light
And a warmth to encircle my day.
Though I saw you not, heard not a word that you spoke,
Now the rain and the hail-stones may fall;
For my midnight passed by and the fair morning broke
When you heard me and came at my call.
Now the rain and the hail-stones may fall;
For my midnight passed by and the fair morning broke
When you heard me and came at my call.
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