4472495Poems — IncognitaHarriet McEwen Kimball
INCOGNITA.
VEILED in verse, who knows
Whether I smile or weep?
Slippered in fancies, who can tell
What measure of step I keep?

Lift the veil, dear Love!
To thee I will show my face;
Hark, and thine ear shall surely hear
My heart's inaudible pace!