There is a bird that, in her throat, Turns half her song to laughter: She is the woman for my ears — But who shall I kiss after? Find me a woman for my eyes, Who'll waste no time in song; To spend with her a silence that Exceeds the sweetest song. Take her, who loves to hear a voice, With notes that fall or rise — While I enjoy the spawny light That spreads in silent eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LORD ALCOHOL; SONG by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES A LITTLE BOY LOST, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE BLACK REGIMENT by GEORGE HENRY BOKER BLACK SHEEP by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON NOCTURNAL SKETCH; BLANK VERSE IN RHYME by THOMAS HOOD THE SLEEPING BEAUTY by SAMUEL ROGERS THE POWER OF MUSIC by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |