Love's touch is soft, and Death Is gentle, when he takes A sleeping child's light breath, Before it wakes; But neither Death nor Love Moves softer than I move. Great is my ecstasy, Till generous I For common pence have sold The world my purest gold. No man that's blind Has ears more quick to hear; No man that's deaf and dumb Has eyes more sharp and clear. No wonder then that kings, Envying the man who sings, Aspire to wear his crown, And scorn their own; No wonder kings aspire For crowns not made of gold, Which -- though Time's born a thief -- Escape his hold. Two kings have won -- David and Solomon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER BLUEJAY by SARA TEASDALE DOUGLAS, DOUGLAS, TENDER AND TRUE by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK THE BLACK FINGER by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE MISPLACED SYMPATHY by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS THE TRANSFORMATION OF A TEXAS GIRL by JAMES BARTON ADAMS |