@3Romantic fool who cannot speak!@1 You are distant like a white cold cloud. You pasture on the April sky. I meet you with my head half bowed, And wonder if you wonder why. There has not been a single day My eyes have dared look straight your way, Or mix themselves with yours in play. Your beauty fills my flesh with fear: I flinch, as I have always done, When loveliness became too near. You dazzle me with your bright sun. Supposing I should say a word Just whispered lowly, as a bird, While passing, and you smiled -- and heard. O then I fear that I might spring, Utter some unearthly cry, But drop my clipped and awkward wing, Dumb, while you stared, and slowly I Should have to pass your beauty by, Becoming, like that bird, I think, Beady-small, but vision-clear -- The epochs in between a sleep Devoted to your being near, Though your known face between my dreams Is absent always, as it seems, And I remain through week and week @3Romantic fool who cannot speak@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? by PAUL VERLAINE WHAT I LIVE FOR by GEORGE LINNAEUS BANKS ONE POET VISITS ANOTHER by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES AN INTERVIEW WITH MILES STANDISH by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE PRINCESS: SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON LONDON, 1802 (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH LUCY (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |