Breathe it must for ecstasy, Or a stifled blossom die: Aching silence overgrown Brings to birth the living tone Sap-like, evermore to be One with full-blown memory. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOLY SONNET: ANNUNCIATION by JOHN DONNE THE ENKINDLED SPRING by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE ALFRED THE HARPER by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) SONG AT THE FEAST OF BROUGHAM CASTLE; UPON RSTORATION OF LORD CLIFFORD by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE SONG OF THE OLD MOTHER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |