Something came with the falling dusk, Came, and quickened to soft unrest: Something floats in the linden's musk, And throbs in the brook on the meadow's breast. Shy Spirit of Love, awake, awake! All things feel thee, And all reveal thee: The night was given for thy sweet sake. Toil slinks aside, and leaves to thee the land; The heart beats warmer for the idle hand; The timid tongue unlearns its wrong, And speech is turned to song; The shaded eyes are braver; And every life, like flowers whose scent is dumb Till dew and darkness come, Gives forth a tender savor. Oh, each so lost in all, who may resist The plea of lips unkissed, Or, hearing such a strain, Though kissed a thousand times, kiss not again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WAYCONNELL TOWER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: DEDICATION TO LADY PENELOPE DYNHAM by WILLIAM BASSE ABRAHAM by JOHN STUART BLACKIE BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 1. THE EPISTLE DEDICATORY TO LORD ZOUCH by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) TITIAN'S ASSUMPTION by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER |