@3Chorus. Then understand you not, fair choice, This language without tongue or voice?@1 How often have my tears Invaded your soft ears, And dropp'd their silent chimes A thousand thousand times, Whilst Echo did your eyes, And sweetly sympathize; But that the wary lid Their sluices did forbid! @3Chorus. Then understand you not, fair choice, This language without tongue or voice?@1 My arms did plead my wound, Each in the other bound; Volleys of sighs did crowd, And ring my griefs aloud; Groans, like a cannon ball, Batter'd the marble wall, That the kind neighb'ring grove Did mutiny for love. @3Chorus. Then understand you not, fair choice, This language without tongue or voice?@1 The rhet'ric of my hand Woo'd you to understand; Nay, in our silent walk My very feet would talk, My knees were eloquent, And spake the love I meant; But deaf unto that air, They, bent, would fall in prayer. @3Chorus. Yet understand you not, fair choice; This language without tongue or voice?@1 No? Know then, I would melt On every limb I felt, And on each naked part Spread my expanded heart, That not a vein of thee But should be fill'd with me; Whilst on thine own down I Would tumble, pant, and die. @3Chorus. You understand not this, fair choice; This language wants both tongue and voice.@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THOUGHTS OF A TINY PIG by DAVID IGNATOW TO THE LADY IN THE CHIMSETTE WITH BLACK BUTTONS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS BROWN PENNY by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS A LITTLE PARABLE by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH SONG FOR THE LONDON VOLUNTEERS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |