Viii

I have given all my heart to thee As simply as a child Giving a dewy flower, fresh and wild; I pressed it to my lips and gave it thee-- I broke the flower's stem with burning hand; Speak not, for words may hurt; but with thine eyes Speak to my soul that it may understand.

The flow'r that is my heart, my sacrifice, Tells thee quite simply that one must Confide in virgin love, as children trust In God who is so good and great and wise.

Let the bold spirit revel in the hills In wilful dalliance and vanity, But let us worship in simplicity The very truth that holds our hearts and wills; Nor can love be more fully said Than when soul speaks to soul at night, and overhead The innumerable silent stars like eyes Burn each on each, A speaking that surpasses speech, Amid the barkening silence of the skies.