@3Romantic fool who cannot speak!@1 You are distant like a white cold cloud. You pasture on the April sky. I meet you with my head half bowed, And wonder if you wonder why. There has not been a single day My eyes have dared look straight your way, Or mix themselves with yours in play. Your beauty fills my flesh with fear: I flinch, as I have always done, When loveliness became too near. You dazzle me with your bright sun. Supposing I should say a word Just whispered lowly, as a bird, While passing, and you smiled -- and heard. O then I fear that I might spring, Utter some unearthly cry, But drop my clipped and awkward wing, Dumb, while you stared, and slowly I Should have to pass your beauty by, Becoming, like that bird, I think, Beady-small, but vision-clear -- The epochs in between a sleep Devoted to your being near, Though your known face between my dreams Is absent always, as it seems, And I remain through week and week @3Romantic fool who cannot speak@1. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UNWANTED MEMORY by CLARENCE MAJOR THE LILY, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE LOST MISTRESS by ROBERT BROWNING THE SONG OF A HEATHEN by RICHARD WATSON GILDER NEW YORK AT NIGHT by AMY LOWELL QUATRAIN: THE IRON AGE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO MARY; OCCASIONED BY HER HAVING ENGRAVED ON A SEAL 'FORGET ME NOT' by BERNARD BARTON |