And wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough, Between our faces, to cast light upon each? I drop it at thy feet. I cannot teach My hand to hold my spirit so far off From myself.. me.. that I should bring thee proof, In words of love hid in me... out of reach. Nay, let the silence of my womanhood Commend my woman-love to thy belief, Seeing that I stand unwon (however wooed) And rend the garment of my life in brief By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude, Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief.