Silent they stood ; then, thro' their lack of speech
Nature once more revealed them each to each.
Close to their very feet a squirrel came.
With feathery tail whisking his ears of flame.
Seized in pink fingers nuts and shreds of cake.
Then in long leaps raced downward to the lake.
Ah ! who shall say what bond the creature broke ?
What in that moment as in thunder spoke ?
Each turned and saw the other's soul unveiled.
Each one the other's secret being scaled ;
She read his passion, penitent and wroth.
And pitied, — as a star might watch a moth ;
He marked her cold conviction, and fell back.
As slips a boulder on a mountain track.
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