Secrets.
July roses wet with rain1
Tap against the window-pane ;2
There is something they would seek,3
Had they voices and could speak.4
Silence seals their crimson lips,5
And the dull rain drops and drips.6
T’ other side the streaming glass7
Stands a little sad-eyed lass ;8
There is something she would seek,9
But a maiden may not speak—10
Silence seals her longing lips,11
And the dull rain drops and drips.12
And a shower of salt tears stain13
Her side of the window-pane ;14
And the crimson roses grow15
Pale as dreams dreamt long ago16
(Hearts may break behind sealed lips),17
And the dull rain drops and drips.18