In the silence of my heart, I will spend an hour with thee, When my love shall rend apart All the veil of mystery: All that dim and misty veil That shut in between our souls When d**h cried, 'Ho, maiden, hail!' And your barque sped on the shoals. On the shoals? Nay, wrongly said. On the breeze of d**h that sweeps Far from life, thy soul has sped Out into unsounded deeps. I shall take an hour and come Sailing, darling, to thy side. Wind nor sea may keep me from Soft communings with my bride. I shall rest my head on thee As I did long days of yore, When a calm, untroubled sea Rocked thy vessel at the shore. I shall take thy hand in mine, And live o'er the olden days When thy smile to me was wine,-- Golden wine thy word of praise, For the carols I had wrought In my soul's simplicity; For the petty beads of thought Which thine eyes alone could see. Ah, those eyes, love-blind, but keen For my welfare and my weal! Tho' the grave-door shut between, Still their love-lights o'er me steal. I can see thee thro' my tears, As thro' rain we see the sun. What tho' cold and cooling years Shall their bitter courses run,-- I shall see thee still and be Thy true lover evermore, And thy face shall be to me Dear and helpful as before. d**h may vaunt and d**h may boast, But we laugh his pow'r to scorn; He is but a slave at most,-- Night that heralds coming morn. I shall spend an hour with thee Day by day, my little bride. True love laughs at mystery, Crying, 'Doors of d**h, fly wide.'