— Elizabeth Jennings —
Such love I cannot analyse;
It does not rest in lips or eyes,
Neither in kisses nor caress .
Partly ,I know ,it ‘s gentleness .
And understanding in one word
Or in brief letters .It’s preserved
By trust and by respect and awe .
These are the words I’m feeling for .
Two people ,yes ,two lasting friends .
The giving comes ,the taking ends
There is no measure for such things .
For this all Nature slows and sings .