Volume 23 — JULIET ON THE BALCONY.
Reading edition
O lips that are so lonely For want of his caress; O heart that art too faithful To ever love him less; O eyes that find no sweetness For hunger of his face; O hands that long to feel him, Always, in every place! My spirit leans and listens, But only hears his name, And thought to thought leaps onward As flame leaps unto flame; And all kin to each other As any brood of flowers, Or these sweet winds of night, love, That fan the fainting hours! My spirit leans and listens, My heart stands up and cries, And only one sweet vision Comes ever to my eyes. So near and yet so far, love, So dear, yet out of reach, So like some distant star, love, Unnamed in human speech! My spirit leans and listens, My heart goes out to him, Through all the long night watches, Until the dawning dim; My spirit leans and listens, What if, across the night, His strong heart send a message To flood me with delight?
Howard Glyndon.