I pause for tears. But thou, my lute, Why art thou, like thy master, mute? Hath harmony within thee bred The hope thou hast interpreted? Nay, if thou falter, Love may deem Our passion but an idle dream. Speak then, my lute, that all may hear How silence holds me prisoner. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MASK by CLARISSA SCOTT DELANY WERE I BUT HIS OWN WIFE by ELLEN MARY PATRICK DOWNING THE RAINY SUMMER by ALICE MEYNELL LONDON CHURCHES by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES TO THE MOON (1) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY TWILIGHT AT SEA by AMELIA B. WELBY THE KNIGHTS: THE POET AND HIS RIVALS by ARISTOPHANES |