A Girl's Love
My days are different from your days, my life
Is hedged about as with a hedge of flowers,
Flowers bright as roses and with thorns as keen.
So is my girlhood guarded from the strife
The turmoil of the world's contending powers.
Is hedged about as with a hedge of flowers,
Flowers bright as roses and with thorns as keen.
So is my girlhood guarded from the strife
The turmoil of the world's contending powers.
Since shapes in shadow are but dimly seen
By those who in the summer sunlight stand,
I can but guess those sordid things and sad
That mar the great sweet world, and come between
All simple human hearts in every land.
By those who in the summer sunlight stand,
I can but guess those sordid things and sad
That mar the great sweet world, and come between
All simple human hearts in every land.
They came between your heart, and mine made glad
Because your life is brave and gay and wise,
Because I love you . . . though I know too well
The fickle crowd has told you love is mad,
And yet you keep love's laughter in your eyes . . .
Because your life is brave and gay and wise,
Because I love you . . . though I know too well
The fickle crowd has told you love is mad,
And yet you keep love's laughter in your eyes . . .
Perhaps, some day my secret I will tell
Or you might guess it, dear, such things have been
Some day when our eyes meet, and our hands touch!
A look, a little word would break the spell
Of silence, like a sword our hearts between—
Meanwhile, I dare not love you overmuch.
Or you might guess it, dear, such things have been
Some day when our eyes meet, and our hands touch!
A look, a little word would break the spell
Of silence, like a sword our hearts between—
Meanwhile, I dare not love you overmuch.