EVEN now the fragrant darkness of her hair Had brushed my cheek; and once, in passing by, Her hand upon my hand lay tranquilly: What things unspoken trembled in the air! Always I know, how little severs me From mine heart's country, that is yet so far; And must I lean and long across a bar, That half a word would shatter utterly? Ah might it be, that just by touch of hand, Or speaking silence, shall the barrier fall; And she shall pass, with no vain words at all, But droop into mine arms, and understand! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BURY ME IN A FREE LAND by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER LITTLE BELL by THOMAS WESTWOOD THAT GENERAL UTILITY RAG, BY OUR OWN IRVING BERLIN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE GLORIOUS TOUCHDOWN by GEORGE ADE HELL AND HATE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES |