Let Thine Eyes Whisper

      Grieve not, for I am near thee; 
      Sigh not, for I can hear thee;
Wash from thy heart all memory of past wrong; 
      Doubt not that doubts besmear thee; 
      Speak not, for I do fear thee; 
Let thine eyes whisper love's conciling song. 

From Myrtle and Myrrh (The Gorham Press, 1905) by Ameen Rihani. This poem is in the public domain.