i spoke to thee with a smile and thou didst not answer thy mouth is as a chord of crimson music Come hither— O thou, is life not a smile? i spoke to thee with a song and thou didst not listen thine eyes are as a vase of divine silence Come hither— O thou, is life not a song? i spoke to thee with a soul, and thou didst not wonder thy face is as a dream locked in white fragrance. Come hither— O thou, is life not love? i speak to thee with a sword and thou art silent thy breast is as a tomb softer than flowers Come hither— O thou, is love not death? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABANDONED RANCH, BIG BEND by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS VISION by HAYDEN CARRUTH IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES DAT GAL O' MINE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM |