My Love To Be

To dearest love of mine, that has yet been:
Tho' sight reveals you not, by love I know;
Your kindly wit will bid our love be seen,
But caution to such heart before it's show;
Refrain from early use of words of love
For I will hide as night does hide the day
And echo in my wake: a mourning dove
With water drops from setting suns of May.
Yet if so patient, as my hopes create;
Then love's discourse will meet my spoken touch
And then both chords will have no cause to wait;
To shout about our love, that loves as much.

Then all is yours my distant, darling one!
'Till then tho' I will wait, where love has none.