AND wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough, Between our faces, to cast light on each? -- I drop it at thy feet. I cannot teach My hand to hold my spirit so far off From myself -- me -- that I should bring thee proof In words, of love hid in me out of reach. Nay, let the silence of my womanhood Commend my woman-love to thy belief, -- Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed, And rend the garment of my life, in brief, By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude, Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG OF THE LITTLE WHITE GIRL by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE MARMOZET by HILAIRE BELLOC CAESAR'S LOST TRANSPORT SHIPS by ROBERT FROST TO A FRIEND I CAN'T FIND by JAMES GALVIN EVENTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PRAYER AT SUNRISE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |