Unloved

PALER than the water’s white
Stood the maiden in the shade,
And more silent than the night
Were her lips together laid;

Eyes she hid so long and still
By lids wet with unshed tears,
Hands she loosely clasped at will,
Though her heart was full of fears. . . .

Never, never, never more
May her soul with joy be moved;
Silent, silent, silent—for
He was silent whom she loved !