To a Dear Friend

I heard a woman say, "Oh, there can be

Too much of anything," and thought of rain

And sun-bright wind and mountains and the sea.
"Why, even quietness or laughter can

Become a comradeship too full and wide.

Perhaps she's right," I told myself and sighed.

I thought that later I would query you;

But when we stood upon a twilight slope,

Companioned by a rising star, I knew

Without a phrase or word that love and hope

And trust and faithfulness, and all of such

Infinities, could never be too much.

~ Grace V. Watkins