Sealed Pages

There are sealed pages in my heart,
Traced with illuminated hand,
That none can see, and if they did,
Oh! Who would understand?
But thou, by some strange sympathy,
Hast thrown a searching look,
And read at sight the hardest scroll,
Indorsed within the book.

- Eliza Cook,

Stanzas. Addressed to Charlotte Cushman

(1851)

Lost and Found

In that crowd of nosy people,
I was there lingering on my own,
Somehow, you were there,
and my hopeless hope found its home.

Do you ever wonder?
When you have found me,
You have somehow found the light in me,
That I myself, have lost in time.

You have save me from drowning deep,
Into my clouded sorrow,
You have given me new hope,
Taught me that true love does exist tomorrow.

You are my key,
my happiness.
You are my Prince,
and my completeness.