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| Forbidden Love "FRIENDS" we must call our- selves, a sacred name, Yet all too cold to match my heart's desire; "Friends," lest the world should misconceive my aim, And take love's starlight for a baser fire. "Friends" we must call ourselves; and when we meet, Fronting each other with unruffled brow, With calm polite composure we must greet, Lightly touch hands, or from a distance bow. I somtimes wonder, when we so rehearse The parts assigned us in life's tragic play, When freely, carelessly our lips con- verse, As our life's surface with light laugh we stray, I sometimes wonder does thy heart divine What thoughts, what passions surge and seethe in mine? |
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