Songs and Sonnets (Coleman)/Through the Silence
THROUGH THE SILENCE
When o'er my garden falls the night,
Withholding from my ravished sight
The roses red, the lilies white,
Still through the dark am I aware
Of how they stand in beauty there,
Since to the timid, wandering air
Each fragrant bloom its passion flings
And to my sense fresh rapture brings
From all the lovely hidden things.
So is it with my thought of thee;
For through the darkness still I see
That gracious look thou gavest me.
And though our ways lie far apart,
Yet through the distance to my heart
The fragrant sense of what thou art
Brings something delicate and true
That thrills the shining silence through
And wakens all my love anew.