It was your silence that I loved, Musical pauses of a fine Remoter harmony that moved Across your spirit's boundary line. Ah! in what visions have I heard, Musical lips, eloquent eyes, How many a song without a word, Divine demands, subtle replies! All that Love ever had to say Your eyes have said to me, in vain. Hopeless, estranged, unchanged, to-day Without a word we meet again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOME by LEONIDAS OF ALEXANDRIA SONNET PREFIXED TO 'THE COMMONWEALTH & GOVERNMENT OF VENICE' by EDMUND SPENSER DANSE RUSSE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE MALLARDS PASS UNHARMED by LAURA FRANCES ALEXANDER SHEEPBELLS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN TO CONNECTICUT RIVER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD THE NAME by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |