New love's ways are strange to her
She can scarce endue the misery
Of wondering if a kindred spark
Burns quietly in that other heart.

Love lost, in years past
Has made her cautious, finally, at last
So she waits with sweet dread
To catch some tender word, half said.

A look, a glance, toward her
Means for more than others see
And a smile, however carelessly given
Gives her a touch of earth's heaven.