The Depth Of Love
Because he brought no tears to her dear grave,
by Charles Hanson Towne
Many and many there were
Who whispered, when no single sign he gave,
'He never cared for her.'
But down within the silence of his soul
A surging ocean swept;
Yet none could see the current onward roll,
The tides that never slept.
Because I stand in silence when your eyes
Look softly into mine;
Because no words to my poor lips arise,
Because I give no sign;
There are, perchance, those who would dare to say
There is no heart in me.
Beloved, let them cry! Be glad that they
Can never sound our sea.