The Love-Letter

As grains of gold that in the sands
Of Lydian waters shine,
The welcome sign of mountain lands
That veil the silent mine;

Thus may the river of my thought,
That glideth now to thee,
Reveal the wealth as yet unwrought,
Which Love has heap’d in me!

So strove I to enrich the scroll
To thy dear hands consign’d;
I thought to leave the lavish soul
No golden wish behind!

Ah, fool! to think an hour could drain
What life can scarce explore—
Enough, if guided by the grain,
Thy heart should seek the ore!