As a most happy mother feels the stir Of that new life which quickens with her life, And knows that virtue has gone forth from her To doubly sanctify the name of wife; Yet, for her joy's sake, and because her pride Is too unutterably sanctified, And all the heaven of heavens within her breast Too dearly and too intimately possessed, Speaks not a word, but folds her new delight With a rapt silence, comforting as night; So, when I felt the quickening life that came To bid my life's long-slumbering currents move, I set the seal of silence on your name, And, for my love's sake, never told my love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH ON A JACOBITE by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY MUSIC, FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE NATIVE LAND by FRANCISCO DE ALDANA CASTLES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE UNSCARRED FIGHTER REMEMBERS FRANCE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING THE OLD MAID by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |