A Woman'S Pride

I will not look for him--I will not hear My heart's loud beating, as I strain to see Across the rain forlorn and hopelessly, Nor starting, think 'tis he that draws so near. I will forget how tenderly and dear He might in coming hold his arms to me, For I will prove what woman's pride can be When faint love lingers in the darkness drear. I will not--Ah, but should he come to-night I think my life might break thro' very bliss, This little will should so be torn apart That all my soul might fail in golden light And let me die--So do I long for this. Ah, love, thine eyes!--Nay, love--Thy heart, thy heart!