The Veiled Woman
I saw her but I didn’t as my eyes met hers that day,
Whilst neither hint nor murmur passed her lips,
Then inwardly I swore that I had to know her more,
That we could never be two passing ships.
I wished her for my bride tho‘ my eyes were sad denied,
Capricious smile was hardly plain to see,
In her bonnet-hat and veil, might my heart this eve assail?
Or if forsaken should it pay the fee -
- Of woman in a veil whom my heart alone could see,
When mind-eyes are but simple soul’s redoubt,
A garland for her smile, her veil would sweet beguile,
The heart that knew no more than endless drought.
I saw her but I didn’t in her veil that perfect day,
Forgive me, I would wish her heart to steal,
That my eyes might light upon, a heart I fair had won,
Then all her love would gentle sweet reveal.
Michael (Walsh) 09.11.13
quite_write@yajoo.co.uk