Good friend of mine, you feel with me— br Your blood grows hot by sympathy br With something that I say or do; br Then speak—I want a word from you. br br Let not the silence wrap you round br While you are living over-ground. br They say that earthly years are few; br Then speak—I want a word from you. br br Perhaps I pass you in the street, br And when our eyes a moment meet, br I wonder are you wishing too; br Then speak—I want a word from you. br br Are you, too, longing for a sign, br Yet fear to stretch a hand for mine? br What other am I writing to? br Then speak—I want a word from you. br br Some way our thoughts together run, br Since both lift brow toward the sun br Beneath the self-same vault of blue; br Then speak—I want a word from you.