Rendezvous

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Rendezvous

I count that friendship little worth

Which has not many things untold,

Great longings that no words can hold,

And passion-secrets waiting birth.

Along the slender wires of speech

Some message from the heart is sent;

But who can tell the whole that’s meant?

Our dearest thoughts are out of reach.

I have not seen thee, though mine eyes

Hold now the image of thy face;

In vain, through form, I strive to trace

The soul I love: that deeper lies.

A thousand accidents control

Our meeting here. Clasp hand in hand,

And swear to meet me in that land

Where friends hold converse soul to soul.