THE ACCEPTED.
I
I thank thee for that downcast look, and for that blushing cheek,
I would not have thee raise those eyes, I would not have thee speak.
Tho' mute, I deem thee eloquent, I ask no other sign,
While thus thy little hand remains confidingly in mine.
II
I know you fain would hide from me the tell-tale tears that steal
Unbidden forth, and half betray the anxious fears you feel.
From friends, long tried and dearly lov'd, the plighted bride must part:
Then freely weep, I could not love a cold unfeeling heart.
