Her beauty, which we talk of, Is but half her fate. All does not come to light Until the two halves meet And we are silent And she speaks, Her whole fate saying, She is, she is not, in one breath. But we will tell only half, fear to know all Lest all should be to tell And our mouths choke with flame Of her consuming And lose the gift of prophecy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHOOTING OF DAN MCGREW by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE A TRANSCRIPTION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN IF I COULD TOUCH by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE SUNKEN GARDENS by ADA VAN LOON BRANDOW AMBITION AND GLORY by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |