You that think love can convey No other way, But through the eyes, into the heart, His fatal dart, Close up those casements and but hear This siren sing, And on the wing Of her sweet voice it shall appear That love can enter at the ear. Then unveil your eyes, behold The curious mould Where that voice dwells, and as we know, When the cocks crow, We freely may Gaze on the day, So may you, when the music's done, Awake and see the rising sun. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ESTRANGEMENT by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 3. TEESTAY by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE CHANT OF THE VULTURES by EDWIN MARKHAM JOHN ERICSSON DAY MEMORIAL, 1918 by CARL SANDBURG THE MAD WOMAN'S SONG by KAREN SWENSON |