Poems (Kimball)/Incognita

by Harriet McEwen Kimball

INCOGNITA.

VEILED in verse, who knows
 Whether I smile or weep?
Slippered in fancies, who can tell
 What measure of step I keep?

Lift the veil, dear Love!
 To thee I will show my face;
Hark, and thine ear shall surely hear
 My heart's inaudible pace!