| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Miss Barrett |
| | | | “Yes!” I answered you last night; |
| “No!” this morning, Sir, I say! |
| Colours seen by candle-light |
| Will not look the same by day. |
| 1 |
| | And we talk’d—oh, how we talk’d! her voice so cadenc’d in the talking, |
| Made another singing—of the soul! a music without bars— |
| While the leafy sounds of woodlands, humming round where we were walking, |
| Brought interposition worthy—sweet,—as skies about the stars, |
| And she spake such good thoughts natural, as if she always thought them. |
| 2 |
| | By your truth she shall be true— |
| Ever true as wives of yore— |
| And her Yes, once said to you, |
| Shall be yes for evermore. |
| 3 |
| In your patience ye are strong. | 4 | | |
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