The World's, and Mine

The world may hear
The wind at his trees,
The lark in her skies,
The sea on his leas;
May hear the song rise
From the breast of a woman
And think it as dear
As heaven tho' human.
But I have a music they can never know--
The touch of you, soul of you, heart of you. Oh!
All else that is said or sung 's but a part of you--
Ever to me 'tis so!