HEART-WHISPERS.

What if he loved me!—How the unwhispered thought Comes o'er me, with a thrill of ecstacy! And yet, when constant eve his step hath brought, I timid shrink as he approaches me. Last night, when greeting words were on his lips, My ears grew deaf between my faint replies; And when he pressed my trembling finger tips, I felt me turn to marble 'neath his eyes. What if he loved me! If 'twere mine to share His thought! to be of his proud being part! Hush! lest the tell-tale wind should idly bear To him this wild, wild beating of my heart For should he guess—who in my soul hath name— That I, unsought, love him, ah! I should die of shame.