Edward Bulwer-Lytton

The Love-Letter

  As grains of gold that in the sands
    Of Lydian waters shine,
  The welcome sign of mountain lands
    That veil the silent mine;

  Thus may the river of my thought,
    That glideth now to thee,
  Reveal the wealth as yet unwrought,
    Which Love has heap'd in me!

  So strove I to enrich the scroll
    To thy dear hands consign'd;
  I thought to leave the lavish soul
    No golden wish behind!

  Ah, fool! to think an hour could drain
    What life can scarce explore--
  Enough, if guided by the grain,
    Thy heart should seek the ore!