Moves a masterful wave;
Pure is the water and clear as the day,
As it flows from this hidden cave.
And crystal clear does the great bay keep,
Fed by this crystal stream down deep,
Pouring its wholesome flood serene,
Hidden and quiet and all unseen.
Down in a heart a love lies deep,
Theme for an angel's song,
Swaying the soul with a mighty sweep,
And bending it from the wrong.
Nevertheless not a single word
Telling this love is ever heard;
Other thoughts into words are pressed;
This one, of all, is by all unguessed.
__John Edward Everett.
Quillings in Verse
(Smith Center: 1912)