CARMEN.
Joaquin Miller
ot that I deem'd she loved me. Nay, - I dared not even dream of that.
- I do but say I knew her; say
- She sat in dreams before me, sat
- All still and voiceless as love is—
- But say her soul was warm as wine,
- But say it overflow'd in mine,
- And made itself a part of this.
- The conversation of her eyes
- Was language of the gods. Her breast
- Was their abiding place of rest;
- Her heart their gate to Paradise.
- Her heart, her heart! Tis shut, ah me!
- Tis shut, and I have lost the key.
- The prayer of love breaks to an oath . . .
- No matter if she loved or no,
- God knows I loved enough for both,
- That day of days, so dear, so fond;
- And knew her, as you shall not know
- Till you have known sweet death, and yon
- Have cross'd the dark; gone over to
- The great majority beyond.