When Love and Truth Have Met (Verse)
Canfil, Lois
598 When Love and Truth Have Met When You have bent Your head quite close, as now. There is a roughness where a thorn-point stings. My own has nothing there. Too smooth my brow. You fold my...
...I fear hard things And shrink, O shame...
...I feel the scar Of ragged nail-torn wounds...
...You fold my hands in Yours...
...for hands too soft by far...
...You ask me whispering, "How much of love is there...
...I do not dare...
...Lois Canfil...
...I turn my head unanswering, lest You see tears: How can I say, "I love...
...Our garden walk has stains I dread to see, Because I fleetly run green-swarded years Without a thrust of flint-shard wounding me...
Vol. 5 • April 1927 • No. 22
