How does Love speak?In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek,And in the pallor that succeeds it; byThe quivering lid of an averted eye--The smile that proves the parent to a sighThus doth Love speak.How does Love speak?By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freakOf bounding pulses that stand still and ache,While new emotions, like strange barges, makeAlong vein-channels their disturbing course;Still as the dawn, and with the dawn's swift force--Thus doth Love speak.How does Love speak?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.How does Love speak?In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek--The haughty heart grown humble; in the tenderAnd unnamed light that floods the world with splendor;In the resemblance which the fond eyes traceIn all fair things to one beloved face;In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble;In looks and lips that can no more dissemble--Thus doth Love speak.How does Love speak?In the wild words that uttered seem so weakThey shrink ashamed in silence; in the fireGlance 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;In the embrace where madness melts in bliss,And in the convulsive rapture of a kiss--Thus doth Love speak.