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There are some things, dear Friend, are easier far / To say in written words than when we sit / Eye answering eye, or hand to hand close knit. / Not that there is between us any bar / Of shyness or reserve; the day is past / For that, and utter trust has come at last.
Only, when shut alone and safe inside / These four white walls, -- hearing no sound except / Our own heart-beatings, silences have crept / Stealthily round us, -- as the incoming tide / Quiet and unperceived creeps ever on / Till mound and pebble, rock and reef are gone.