WHAT I said to him and what he said to me I cannot now remember; but I remember How we lay idle above the idle water And under the hill, Where the black ruined mill Rose like a coffin heaved out of the earth By the affrighted corpse waking within. The trees wore late September, There was an idle motion in the water; Our talk drifted and ended. There came a heaven of silence when our voices Had made confusion of our thoughts; and now Purged of confusion our thoughts sank, ascended, Parted and met and blended. And then—who was it said, "If we but knew the terrors we missed, and all The terrors that missed us, we'd die of fright?" I know you laughed as soon as it was spoken And that brief heaven of silence broken, And flowed again the idle water under the hill. But now, parted and silent, my thoughts turn West, and yours East, to meet Where in mid-sea the mind's Bermudas burn. The same thoughts flow Wave-like around, And at a sudden sound I hear your voice or mine ending with light Laughter—"We'd die of fright." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER TWO YEARS by RICHARD ALDINGTON IVY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BEAUTY THAT IS NEVER OLD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON COLORADO MORTON'S RIDE by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) HIS RETURN TO LONDON by ROBERT HERRICK ANNE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 83. BARREN SPRING by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI STANZAS WRITTEN IN DEJECTION, NEAR NAPLES by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY |