Laden with tenderness from human lips,
No other can so stir the heart's deep well,
So send the warm blood to the finger-tips.
Love's deepest speech is short, its words are few;
When most there is to say, oft least is said.
A clasp, a silent look that thrills one through,
A kiss, "my darling "___thus two hearts are wed.
"My darling "___spoken oft with tender tears
Under the soft hush of a summer night,
Forgotten oft, alas! in after years
When beauty dims and rosy cheeks grow white.
But sometimes love grows brighter for its wear.
Like unmixed gold___gaining a deeper glow
For the slow friction of life's toil and care,
I know that God, who made us, meant it so.
"My darling "___when the locks are thin and gray,
And when life's sun hangs low___is well-nigh set,
And youth, with alt its dreams, is far away,
Then blest are they who hear and say it yet.
__Ellen P. Allerton.
Walls of Corn and Other Poems
Ellen P. Allerton
(Hiawatha, KS: Harrington Printing Company. 1894)