What need of words when lovers meet?
What need of sighs and glances sweet?
As long as faithful hearts can beat,
So long—so well—I'll love thee;
Though other eyes may glance around,
The chord by which the heart is bound
No prying eye as yet hath found—
None know how much I love thee.
Why should I speak, or thou reply?
I ask not words when thou art nigh;
Oh! more than life, or earth, or sky,
I dearly, dearly love thee;
Thou need'st not speak—my heart appears,
As it had eyes, and tongue, and ears;
And, like the music of the spheres,
I hear it say—"thou lov'st me!"
