LET me be quiet now and nothing say With noisy lips. Voices are loud for thought that dies away, Away, As dew beneath the fierce and urgent sun. Let silence Be heard and now the noise of speech be done. Or if Some way must be for eager thought to run That cannot fly On shadow wings, let evening odours bear The burthen of Thought's secrecy, floating on stirless air. Here Is jasmine—and O jasmine to my heart That reachest, When thy soft waves wash round me and depart Then carry My mute desire into the listening night; And unto me Bring other air of intimate delight And pain. But, jasmine, if upon a pure dark hour, Moonless and dark, The smell again should flow from thy white flower Nursed in dusk green; If once again that unimagined smell Break up The fountains of my spirit—nay, how tell, How tell. I have known the sweetness of thy utmost sweet, The pain Of sweet past sweetness, and of joy so fleet Yet too, too slow. ... That hour is loveliness and a memory. Let be. There is no word for this felicity, Let be, let be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE THAWING WIND by ROBERT FROST COUNTING THE BEATS by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES A SONNET, TO THE NOBLE LADY, THE LADY MARY WROTH by BEN JONSON CITY LYRICS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS THE BIRDS: THE HYMN OF THE BIRDS by ARISTOPHANES |