There was a day I could not find you, dear,
Something within my very self went blind.
I sought you in the sunshine, in the wind--
I sought you in my heart--you were not here.
And from your picture, suddenly austere,
Reproachful eyes looked on me, to remind
Me of our bond; your letters seemed but kind
And pale, reread, and I grew dumb with fear.
Till every doubt that ever touched your name
Came creeping coldly to me, with a chill--
"Can this be love that now its way retraces
From fire to ice?" Then suddenly you came,
And through my heart I felt the answer thrill:
"There is no heaven but hath its silent spaces."