Poems (Angier)/Our Secret

by Annie Lanman Angier

OUR SECRET. A Madrigal.

I never said—"I love thee!" But when I bend in prayer,One treasured name is on my lips, Its whisper stirs the air.

I never said—"I love thee!" My voice to thee is dumb;But if of thee another speak, What tender thoughts will come,

I never said—"I love thee!" My hand thine may not be,But ever will the faithful shell Moan for the far-off sea.

I never said—"I love thee!" But there's a beauteous clime,Where solved are all the mysteries O'er which we weep in time;

And up in those bright mansions, Where all is pure and fair;We'll break our long kept silence, And tell our secret there!