A Confession.
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You did not know that, as a phial
May garner close through dust and gloom
The essence of a rich perfume,
Romance was garnered in your smile
And touched my thoughts with beauty, while
The poor world wise with bitter guile
Outlived its chivalry.
You did not know—our lives were laid
So far apart—that thus I drew
The sunshine of my days from you,
That by your joy my own was weighed,
That thus my debts your sweetness paid,
And of my heart's deep silence made
A lovely melody.
May garner close through dust and gloom
The essence of a rich perfume,
Romance was garnered in your smile
And touched my thoughts with beauty, while
The poor world wise with bitter guile
Outlived its chivalry.
You did not know—our lives were laid
So far apart—that thus I drew
The sunshine of my days from you,
That by your joy my own was weighed,
That thus my debts your sweetness paid,
And of my heart's deep silence made
A lovely melody.
