If I should ever need to reach your heart,
Or feel the firmness of your clasping band,
I pray that you will always do your part
To guide my groping way, and understand
That sometimes, even in a love like ours,
Dim shadows of unrest may dare to grow,
And in the darkness of these sudden hours
Your gentle touch or words might make them go.
If I should search for reassurance, dear,
Within the quiet depths of your own eyes,
Oh, let their gaze remain as wise and clear,
Without rebuke, or sharpness of surprise,
For if you shut me out to grope in vain,
I may not wish to seek your door again.