ONLY a touch, and nothing more: Ah! but never so touched before! Touch of lip, was it? Touch of hand? Either is easy to understand. Earth may be smitten with fire or frost -- Never the touch of true love lost. Only a word, was it? Scarce a word! Musical whisper, softly heard, Syllabled nothing -- just a breath -- 'T will outlast life and 't will laugh at death. Love with so little can do so much -- Only a word, sweet! Only a touch! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PROGRESS OF POETRY; A VARIATION by MATTHEW ARNOLD FORGIVENESS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE MOURNING GARMENT: THE DESCRIPTION OF THE SHEPHERD AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT GREENE SONNET: 97 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |