IF I had never known your face at all, Had only heard you speak, beyond thick screen Of leaves, in an old garden, when the sheen Of morning dwelt on dial and ivied wall, I think your voice had been enough to call Yourself before me, in living vision seen, So pregnant with your Essence had it been, So charged with you, in each soft rise and fall. At least I know, that when upon the night With chanted word your voice lets loose your soul, I am stricken and pierced and cloven with Delight That hath all Pain within it, and the whole World's tears; all ecstasy of inward sight; And the blind cry of all the seas that roll. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECLOGUE: THE 'LOTMENTS by WILLIAM BARNES WINTER NIGHTFALL by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES SMECTYMNUUS, OR THE CLUB-DIVERS by JOHN CLEVELAND YUKI by MARY MCNEIL SCOTT FENOLLOSA SIMPLE PRAYER by FRANCIS OF ASSISI THE TEARS OF HARLEQUIN by THEODOSIA (PICKERING) GARRISON |