I know not why, but ev'n to me <br />My songs seem sweet when read to thee. <br /> <br />Perhaps in this the pleasure lies - <br />I read my thoughts within thine eyes. <br /> <br />And so dare fancy that my art <br />May sink as deeply as thy heart. <br /> <br />Perhaps I love to make my words <br />Sing round thee like so many birds, <br /> <br />Or, maybe, they are only sweet <br />As they seem offerings at thy feet. <br /> <br />Or haply, Lily, when I speak, <br />I think, perchance, they touch thy cheek, <br /> <br />Or with a yet more precious bliss, <br />Die on thy red lips in a kiss. <br /> <br />Each reason here - I cannot tell - <br />Or all perhaps may solve the spell. <br /> <br />But if she watch when I am by, <br />Lily may deeper see than I.<br /><br />Henry Timrod<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-trifle/
