AND wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough, Between our faces, to cast light on each? -- I drop it at thy feet. I cannot teach My hand to hold my spirit so far off From myself -- me -- that I should bring thee proof In words, of love hid in me out of reach. Nay, let the silence of my womanhood Commend my woman-love to thy belief, -- Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed, And rend the garment of my life, in brief, By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude, Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE FOR THE BURIAL OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ANDROMEDA by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS ON A MAGAZINE SONNET by RUSSELL HILLARD LOINES THE WIRES by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE POET TO HIS GARRET by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER CATHERINE TO GREGORY, THE POPE by MARY KATE BLAND |