i spoke to thee with a smile and thou didst not answer thy mouth is as a chord of crimson music Come hither O thou, is life not a smile? i spoke to thee with a song and thou didst not listen thine eyes are as a vase of divine silence Come hither O thou, is life not a song? i spoke to thee with a soul, and thou didst not wonder thy face is as a dream locked in white fragrance. Come hither O thou, is life not love? i speak to thee with a sword and thou art silent thy breast is as a tomb softer than flowers Come hither O thou, is love not death? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRAYER OF A SOLDIER IN FRANCE by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER EUROPE; THE 72ND AND 73RD YEARS OF THESE STATES by WALT WHITMAN LYSISTRATA: HYMN OF PEACE; CHORUSES OF ATHENIANS AND SPARTANS by ARISTOPHANES CASTLES IN THE AIR by JAMES BALLANTYNE SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 34. FAIRY LAND by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) REMINISCENCE by LYLE BARTSCHER |