Fraser's Scottish Annual
Intimation

W. T. TASSIE

Within the silence of the night,
Ere I had passed to deep repose,
The glory of a strange delight
Within my breast arose.

I felt that one among the dead
I loved, was near in angel-guise,
And all I did, and all I said,
Was open to her eyes:

That loving arms reached out to me,
As arms reach out to one in stress,
And eyes of beauty seemed to see
In me some loveliness:

That one pure soul sought me among
More worthy of the Sons of men,
And lips I'd thought forever dumb
Were pleading for me then:

That Love unwearied vigil kept
And held the threads of destiny,
And in the darkness as I slept
Mine own was near to me.

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