Yearning upon the faint rose-curves that flit <br />About her child-sweet mouth and innocent cheek, <br />And in her eyes watching with eyes all meek <br />The light and shadow of laughter, I would sit <br />Mute, knowing out two souls might never knit; <br />As if a pale proud lily-flower should seek <br />The love of some red rose, but could not speak <br />One word of her blithe tongue to tell of it. <br /> <br />For oh, my Love was sunny-lipped and stirred <br />With all swift light and sound and gloom not long <br />Retained; I, with dreams weighed, that ever heard <br />Sad burdens echoing through the loudest throng <br />She, the wild song of some May-merry bird; <br />I, but the listening maker of a song.<br /><br />Archibald Lampman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-doubt-2/
