I Speak Not Thy Name: vol. 1

I speak not, I trace not, I breathe not thy name

There is grief in the sound, there is guilt in the fame

But the tear that now burns on my cheek may impart

The deep thoughts that dwell in that silence of heart

Too brief for our passion, too long for our peace

Were those hours - can their joy or their bitterness cease?

We repent, we abjure, we will break from our chain

We will part, we will fly to - unite it again!

Oh! thine be the gladness, and mine be the guilt!

Forgive me, adored one! - forsake if thou wilt

But the heart which is thine shall expire undebased

And man shall break it - whatever thou may'st

Stern to the haughty, but humble to thee

This soul in its bitterest blackness shall be

And our days seem as swift, and our moments more sweet

With thee at my side, than with worlds at our feet

Igh of thy sorrow, one look of thy love

Shall turn me or fix, shall reward or reprove

He heartless may wonder at all I resign

Thy lips shall reply, not to them, but to mine