wept and, as a comforter
Came one who cried, "I love thee
," and he seized
Her in his arms and kissed her with hot breath,
That dried the tears upon her flaming cheeks.
his boldly blazing eye
Burned into hers; but she uncomforted
from his arms and only wept the more.
Then one came and gazed mutely in her face
With wide and wistful eyes; but still aloof
He held himself; as with a reverent fear,
As one who knows some sacred presence nigh.
And as she wept he mingled tear with tear,
That cheered her soul like dew a dusty flower, --
Until she smiled, approached, and touched his hand!
-from Lyrics of Lowly Life, Paul Laurence Dunbar (1869)