WHY throbbest thou, my heart, why thickly breathest? I ask no rich and splendid eloquence: A few words of the warmest and the sweetest Sure thou mayst yield without such coy pretence: Open the chamber where affection's voice, For rare occasions is kept close and fine: Bid it but say "sweet Emily, be mine," So for one boldness thou shalt aye rejoice. Fain would I speak when the full music-streams Rise from her lips to linger on her face, Or like a form floating through Raffaelle's dreams, Then fixed by him in everliving grace, She sits i' the silent worship of mine eyes. Courage, my heart: change thou for words thy sighs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAUGHTERS OF JEPHTHA by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE ART OF POETRY; TO CHARLES MORICE by PAUL VERLAINE THE HILL WIFE: THE SMILE by ROBERT FROST TOMORROW by FELIX LOPE DE VEGA CARPIO LINES WRITTEN TO A TRANSLATOR OF GREEK POETRY by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 33. LOVE KEEPS ALL THINGS IN ORDER by PHILIP AYRES SONNET: 4. TO THE RIVER WENBECK by WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES |