And so Life drew us both, and so Love drew Both, both -- the woman without thought at all, So starved for chance of service all in all, The man of thought that knew (or deemed he knew). So reading turned to talk; and talk then grew To little silences. Then song grew rife -- The song she most would sing to her was new: "Freut euch des Lebens -- Take ye joy of life" . . . Turning the leaf of music, at her side, As she ran over the keys, I kissed her hair One night at last . . . The Old Man multiplied And added in his study over there Across the hall . . . That painted Face so fair Looked down upon her daughter and -- my bride. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LENNIE SWENSON by KAREN SWENSON THE ROSES ON THE TERRACE by ALFRED TENNYSON IF I GROW OLD by ETHEL BERRY ALLEN THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: THE PEDLER by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON A POET ENLISTS by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR |