WHISPER.

Speak softly in love,

And will that voice roll,

Like thunder through the hills.

Gently whisper my name,

And such breeze become,

A wild wind of impassioned thrills.

Love comes not in the boom of announce,

But flourishes in softer earth.

Mime in love has more pronounce,

Than all the noise of promised worth.

Should I ever take this vow,

And soft offer such a tender view.

Then I mouth you such words as allow,

The whispered�?Darling, I love you.