To Me Your Heart Is Mute.

To me your heart is mute ; all pleading words,1
All passionate prayers of mine are breathed in vain ;2
I have no power to make its silent chords3
Tremble with exquisite joy or tender pain.4
Yet, soon or late, Life’s paths for you will change,5
As if by witchery, to enchanted ways ;6
A wondrous radiance, new and sweet and strange,7
Will cast its subtle glamour o’er the days.8
It may be when the year is growing old,9
Or at the time that purple violets blow ;10
It may be ’mid the summer’s green and gold,11
Or when the blossoms sleep beneath the snow12
The Prince will come, and with his magic key13
Unlock your heart and set its music free.14