Nothing at All

So many eyes that dim tears fill,
That a glance of love could clear;
So many ears, all sad and still,
That a sigh of love could cheer;

So many hearts that are beating to greet
Love that will heed no sign;
So many lips that are parting to meet
Love that is air, like mine;—

Dykes that fashion has bank’d so fast,
Burst from our souls apart!
Burst! and let the truth flow past,
Filling each unfill’d heart.