SECRETS
Reading edition
July roses wet with rain Tap against the window-pane; There is something they would seek, Had they voices and could speak. Silence seals their crimson lips, And the dull rain drops and drips. Th’ other side the streaming glass Stands a little sad-eyed lass; There is something she would seek, But a maiden may not speak— Silence seals her longing lips, And the dull rain drops and drips. And salt tears in showers stain Her side of the window-pane; And the crimson roses grow Pale as dreams dreamt long ago; (Hearts may break behind sealed lips), And the dull rain drops and drips.