I COULD not speak what yet I often wished to say; A pretty compliment I'd think, but -- puff, away It flew on wings, before I gave it breath, the while Another's graceful words had won the longed-for smile. Then lo, a miracle, -- no warning, forth there rushed All that I e'er had thought of grace, and lips had hushed. Devotion, adoration, nothing left to seek, At last love opened wide my lips and let me speak. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUNG MAY MOON by THOMAS MOORE ALCAICS: TO H. F. BROWN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE AT [OR AFTER] CORUNNA by CHARLES WOLFE A PORTRAIT by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY THE WORLD PLAY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |