You speak to me of streams that fill my view
How lightly spoken words, amidst such call
We melt in silent passions shared by two
Amidst unmentioned truth, ere we must fall

Again we meet in hope to ease our pain
Of all the sighs that passed our way today
“What gentle friends”, the blind sing in refrain
But to the silent truth we dare not stray

To think my strength gave pathway to my heart
No reason there its need for childish larks
It beats away two friends that soon may part
Still here I stay to face its tempting arts.

Pray please, my friend, take this my faithful hand
Perhaps together we might understand.