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To-night it is enough for us to know

That we are one; to know that, if we will,

We may a bridge across the darkness throw,

Whereon our tender thoughts may come and go,

In silent love that distance cannot kill.

I only seek the heart-begotten skill

To put in simple words this truth sublime:—

That I have loved you, dearest, love you still,

And so shall love you till the end of time!

It is enough that what is so is so.

Let me but tell you, lamely if I must,

Of how I love you; how, despite all wiles,

That tender flower, that in my boyhood thrust

Its star-eyed promise from the barren dust,

Still on my path with purest fragrance smiles;

Of how my heart returns, through weary miles,

To that song-spilling throng of birds unseen

Whose inter-rippling music so beguiles

All the long hours, the dawn and dark between.

Love, let me place the secret in your trust!