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...FINIS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VISION OF BELSHAZZAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO W. HOHENZOLLERN: A PLEA by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE AFTERMATH by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: THE TWO VOICES by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE VANISHED MOUNTAINS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |