I WALK, I only, Not I only wake; Nothing is, this sweet night, But doth couch and wake For its love's sake; Everything, this sweet night, Couches with its mate. For whom but for the stealthy-visitant sun Is the naked moon Tremulous and elate? The heaven hath the earth Its own and all apart; The hushèd pool holdeth A star to its heart. You may think the rose sleepeth, But though she folded is, The wind doubts her sleeping; Not all the rose sleeps, But smiles in her sweet heart For crafty bliss. The wind lieth with the rose, And the rose her kiss. Ah, mouth of me! Is it then that this Seemeth much to thee? -- I wander only. The rose hath her kiss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLUEFLAGS by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE WAY OF SACRIFICE by MATTHEW ARNOLD COMFORT by RUTH FITCH BARTLETT HIS SONG FOR HER WAKING by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR THE PURGATORY OF SAINT PATRICK by PEDRO CALDERON DE LA BARCA TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. AFTER ALL SUFFERING by EDWARD CARPENTER AN ODE ON THE DESTRUCTION OF THE BASTILE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |