As a most happy mother feels the stir <br />Of that new life which quickens with her life, <br />And knows that virtue has gone forth from her <br />To doubly sanctify the name of wife; <br />Yet, for her joy's sake, and because pride <br />Is too unutterably sanctified, <br />And all the heaven of heavens within her breast <br />Too dearly and too intimately possessed, <br />Speaks not a word, but folds her new delight <br />With a rapt silence, comforting as night; <br />So, when I felt the quickening life that came <br />To bid my life's long-slumbering currents move, <br />I set the seal of silence on your name, <br />And, for my love's sake, never told my love.<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-secret-4/
