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How Does Love Speak?

    By Ella Wheeler Wilcox



        How does Love speak?
    In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek,
    And in the pallor that succeeds it; by
    The quivering lid of an averted eye -
    The smile that proves the parent of a sigh:
        Thus doth Love speak.

        How does Love speak?
    By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freak
    Of bounding pulses that stand still and ache
    While new emotions, like strange barges, make
    Along vein-channels their disturbing course,
    Still as the dawn, and with the dawn's swift force:
        Thus doth Love speak.

        How does Love speak?
    In the avoidance of that which we seek
    The sudden silence and reserve when near;
    The eye that glistens with an unshed tear;
    The joy that seems the counterpart of fear,
    As the alarmed heart leads in the breast,
    And knows, and names, and greets its godlike guest:
        Thus doth Love speak.

        How does Love speak?
    In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek,
    The haughty heart grown humble; in the tender
    And unnamed light that floods the world with splendour;
    In the resemblance which the fond eyes trace
    In all fair things to one beloved face;
    In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble;
    In looks and lips that can no more dissemble:
        Thus doth Love speak.

        How does Love speak?
    In wild words that uttered seem so weak
    They shrink ashamed to silence; in the fire
    Glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher,
    Like lightnings that precede the mighty storm
    In the deep, soulful stillness; in the warm,
    Impassioned tide that sweeps thro' throbbing veins,
    Between the shores of keen delights and pains;
    In the embrace where madness melts in bliss,
    And in the convulsive rapture of a kiss:
        Thus doth Love speak.



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