And still you paint, and still I stand White and erect, the classic pose, And still, a soft-winged bee, your hand Moves comrade of a glance that flows Over my body like love's tide: And still the pale noon-shadows glide. And still I hear each sound that falls, The wood that starts in the sun's heat, The mouse astir among the walls, While down the summer-smitten street A cart rolls lonely on: the hush Tightens: I hear the flickering brush. So with sweet pain for hour on hour I to your dark and roving eyes Abandon more than Love had power To offer, in Love's mysteries: You see me with the deeper sight, Veiled in faint air and gemmed with light. So shall the gaze of the soul-deep lover Guide where the sunray darts and swims Down from the shoulders: still discover The rose and iris of these limbs, Low flames that haunt the curve and fold And in dark hollow tresses, gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APPELLATE JURISDICTION by MARIANNE MOORE THE MOTHERLAND by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH TO CHILDREN: 6. BIRDS OF THE AIR by WILLIAM ROSE BENET HE TOOK MY PLACE by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR NO RULE TO BE AFRAID OF by BERTON BRALEY THANKSGIVING FOR VICTORY by ROBERT BURNS THREE WOMEN: G -- by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |