Firelight
Ten years together without yet a cloud,They seek each other’s eyes at intervalsOf gratefulness to firelight and four wallsFor love’s obliteration of the crowd.Serenely and perennially endowedAnd bowered as few may be, their joy recallsNo snake, no sword; and over them there fallsThe blessing of what neither says aloud.
Wiser for silence, they were not so gladWere she to read the graven tale of linesOn the wan face of one somewhere alone;Nor were they more content could he have hadHer thoughts a moment since of one who shinesApart, and would be hers if he had known.