XIII + 

And wilt thou have me fashion into speech + 

The love I bear thee, finding words enough, + 

And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough, + 

Between our faces, to cast light on each?⁠— + 

I drop it at thy feet. I cannot teach + 

My hand to hold my spirits so far off + 

From myself⁠—me⁠—that I should bring thee proof + 

In words, of love hid in me out of reach. + 

Nay, let the silence of my womanhood + 

Commend my woman-love to thy belief⁠— + 

Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed, + 

And rend the garment of my life, in brief, + 

By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude, + 

Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief. + 