The music had the heat of blood, A passion that no words can reach; We sat together, and understood Our own heart's speech. We had no need of word or sign, The music spoke for us, and said All that her eyes could read in mine Or mine in hers had read. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHANSON INNOCENTE: 2 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS A FAREWELL TO TOBACCO by CHARLES LAMB VAN ELSEN by FREDERICK GEORGE SCOTT |