Poems of Felicia Hemans, 1872 edition, page 565
HOW CAN THAT LOVE SO DEEP, SO LONE.
How can that love so deep, so lone,
So faithful unto death,
Thus fitfully in laughing tone,
In airy word, find breath?
Nay! ask how on the dark wave's breast,
The lily's cup may gleam,
Though many a mournful secret rest
Low in the unfathom'd stream.
That stream is like my hidden love,
In its deep current's power;
And like the play of words above,
That lily's trembling flower.
