Poems (Edwards)/On being Compared to an Iceberg
LINES FOR A FRIEND,ON HER BEING COMPARED TO AN ICEBERG.
Nay, do not tell me, that my heart
Is cold as mountain snow,
You do not know the fires of love,
That in my bosom glow;
Aye, know you not, how hushed and still
The deepest water lies,
Know you, how voiceless are the waves
That on its surface rise?
Is cold as mountain snow,
You do not know the fires of love,
That in my bosom glow;
Aye, know you not, how hushed and still
The deepest water lies,
Know you, how voiceless are the waves
That on its surface rise?
O! tell me not that I am stern,
And cold as winter's breeze,
When mournfully it floats along,
Amid the lifeless trees;
My heart is much too warm [ ween,
Its love is all too deep,—
Too deep for all the changing things
That o'er my spirit sweep.
And cold as winter's breeze,
When mournfully it floats along,
Amid the lifeless trees;
My heart is much too warm [ ween,
Its love is all too deep,—
Too deep for all the changing things
That o'er my spirit sweep.
I am not,—O! I am not cold,
Whate'er the world may say,
The darkest cloud of night conceals
The moon's divinest ray;
And though my words and looks may be
As cold as wint'ry snows,
Remember still, the deepest stream,
With lightest murmur flows.
Whate'er the world may say,
The darkest cloud of night conceals
The moon's divinest ray;
And though my words and looks may be
As cold as wint'ry snows,
Remember still, the deepest stream,
With lightest murmur flows.