Silent I love thee. When thou deignst to speak I love thee more. When happily thou smilest, Beloved, then upon the soul's high peak I stand, deep in the spell which thou beguilest. Bourne of the shadows, thy soft wind-blown hair Prisons my heart within the joy thou bringest. Dusk is a-quiver, all vibrant the air, When with thy darkling eyes gaily thou singest. Silent the song and yet there falls the strain, Far o'er the thrall wherein my heart thou holdest; Captive I be, but neither bar nor chain, Nor power save love about my heart thou moldest, Silence or word or smile or dark eyes gleaming— Morsels of heavenly fare, joys of my dreaming. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NIGHTINGALE by PAUL VERLAINE PALABRAS CARINOSAS (SPANISH AIR) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE PHANTOM-LOVER [OR, WOOER] by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ANSWER TO A CHILD'S QUESTION by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE AUTUMN DAY by RAINER MARIA RILKE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 101. THE ONE HOPE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI PSALM 137. 'BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON' by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |