Classic Poem

I TOLD myself in singing words
That you were changed and I was true;
I would not trust winds, waves, and birds
That change was not in you.

I sang love's dirge before we met,—
“As murdered corpse in river bed
In eyes my heart cannot forget
I see Love lying dead!”

You came—one look—no word was spoken,
Our hands, once clasped, forgot to part,
And, though our silence is unbroken,
Heart has found rest on heart.