Our Secret
Title
Our Secret
Creator
John Gambril Nicholson
Date
1896
Text
He has given himself to me,
And he class me his at last.
All's well that is to be,
And all is well that is past.
Long we counted the cost,
We tested well the ground,
And when all for Love was lost
Then all in Love was found.
Goodbye to days of doubt
And nights on a mental rack;
We blot their memory out,
We bid them ne'er come back.
The bitter under my kiss
He tastes no longer there;
I look in his eyes and miss
The mask they were wont to wear.
Just a touch of the hand,
And there's nothing left to say,
For lovers to understand
When barriers melt away.
(Note: All even numbered lines should be indented, but the HTML was not working correctly.)
And he class me his at last.
All's well that is to be,
And all is well that is past.
Long we counted the cost,
We tested well the ground,
And when all for Love was lost
Then all in Love was found.
Goodbye to days of doubt
And nights on a mental rack;
We blot their memory out,
We bid them ne'er come back.
The bitter under my kiss
He tastes no longer there;
I look in his eyes and miss
The mask they were wont to wear.
Just a touch of the hand,
And there's nothing left to say,
For lovers to understand
When barriers melt away.
(Note: All even numbered lines should be indented, but the HTML was not working correctly.)
Citation
John Gambril Nicholson, “Our Secret,” Victorian Queer Archive, accessed May 4, 2024, https://victorianqueerarchive.omeka.net/items/show/25.