Littell's Living Age/Volume 127/Issue 1645/An Unspoken Question

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AN UNSPOKEN QUESTION.

I thought, I must be dreaming
The day you whispered low.
And told me the sweet secret
That I alone must know.

I listened quite in silence.
Perhaps you thought me cold;
My heart was overflowing
With tenderness untold.

Just for one fleeting moment,
One only, did you stay.
Were you and I both dreaming
That happy summer's day?

Blackwood's Magazine.