I used to dream in all these years
Of patient faith and silent tears,
That Love's strong hand would put aside
The barriers of place and pride;
Would reach the pathless darkness through,
And draw me softly up to you;
But that is past, if you should stray
Beside my grave, some future day,
Perchance the violets o'er my dust
Will half betray their buried trust,
And say, their dark eyes full of dew,
''She loved you better than you knew''
Whispers
