The Heart that Speaks True

Many a rose and pure happiness—

Shall I take thee to where both ne’er spill?

Where the whitest swan makes time stay still?

To thy beauty, the moon dare not rest,

For I shall sing odes with noblest grace!

Thy burning eyes are the warmest fires

Which remove the winter from my heart.

Meters far is being years apart,

A mile— an eternity had passed,

Ne’er knowing how each second might last.

Love, I shall be thy angelic wings.

Soar above the blue skies and white clouds,

Look below for the vast Earth it shrouds.

’Bove seas, thou and I are queen and king,

Skies we rule and no one is akin

If e’er ye remove me from my shell,

If e’er heaven above us be lost,

If e’er hell below us be cold frost,

Shall I be ever bound to thy spell?

Nay, for I wish not each heart to dwell!