Misunderstanding
G. Strong
She waits for him apart,
Patiently, –
Alone with breaking heart
Tarries he.
Such grief is Love, I ween
When shadows come between:
And yet, – it might have been.
Woe is me!
The teardrop on her cheek
Saw not he.
The words he dared to speak
Ne'er knew she.
For lack of sign or token,
His love hath ne'er been spoken;
And so – two hearts are broken.
Woe is me.