In the avoidance of that which we seek––
The sudden silence and reserve when near––
The eye that glistens with an unshed tear––
The joy that seems the counterpart of fear,
As the alarmed heart leaps in the breast,
And knows, and names, and greets its godlike guest––
Thus doth Love speak.
[…]
Glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher,
Like lightnings that precede the mighty storm;
In the deep soulful stillness; in the warm,
Impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins,
Between the shores of keen delights and pains;
Love’s Language, Ella Wheeler Wilcox
