My darling scarce thinks music sweet save mine: 'Tis that she does but love me more than hear. She'll not believe my voice to stranger ear Is merely measure to the note and line; "Not so," she says; "Thou hast a secret thine: The others' singing's only rich, or clear, But something in thy tones brings music near; As though thy song could search me and divine." Oh voice of mine that in some day not far Time, the strong creditor, will call his debt, Will dull--and even to her--will rasp and mar, Sing Time asleep because of her regret, Be twice thy life the thing her fancies are, Thou echo to the self she knows not yet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 1. OFF GIBRALTAR by SARA TEASDALE A GRAMMARIAN'S FUNERAL by ROBERT BROWNING EARTH'S IMMORTALITIES: LOVE by ROBERT BROWNING THE GREEN MOUNTAIN BOYS [MAY 9, 1775] by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT FAREWELL TO LOVE; SONNET by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE FUCHSIA HEDGES IN CONNACHT by PADRAIC COLUM THE MASK by CLARISSA SCOTT DELANY |