To sweeten a swift minute so With such rare fragrance of sweet speech, And make the after hours go In a blank yearning each on each; To drain the springs till they be dry, And then in anguish thirst for drink; So but to glimpse her robe thirst I, And my soul hungers and I sink. There is no word that we have said Whereby the lips and heart are fire; No look the linked glances read That held the springs of deep desire. And yet the sounds her glad lips gave Are on my soul vibrating still; Her eyes that swept me as a wave Shine my soul's worship to fulfil. Her hair, her eyes, her throat and chin -- Sweet hair, sweet eyes, sweet throat, so sweet, So fair because the ways of sin Have never known her perfect feet -- By what far ways and marvellous May I such lovely heaven reach? What dread, dark seas and perilous Lie 'twixt love's silence and love's speech? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS ATTEMPTED IN THE MANNER OF CONTEMPORARY WRITERS: 3 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE COUNTY OF MAYO by THOMAS LAVELLE TO THE BELOVED by ALICE MEYNELL RETURNED FROM THE WAR by HENRY ABBEY THREE PASTORAL ELEGIES: 3 by WILLIAM BASSE MEMORY AND HOPE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO A LADY WHO PRESENTED TO THE AUTHOR A LOCK OF HAIR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |