So SANG he: and as meeting rose and rose Together cling through the wind's wellaway Nor change at once, yet near the end of day The leaves drop loosened where the heart-stain glows,-- So when the song died did the kiss unclose; And her face fell back drowned, and was as grey As its grey eyes; and if it ever may Meet mine again I know not if Love knows. Only I know that I leaned low and drank A long draught from the water where she sank, Her breath and all her tears and all her soul: And as I leaned, I know I felt Love's face Pressed on my neck with moan of pity and grace, Till both our heads were in his aureole. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 1. VIETNAM by KAREN SWENSON LOVE'S SECRET, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE NAPEOLON'S FAREWELL; FROM THE FRENCH by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TO MARY UNWIN by WILLIAM COWPER HENRY PURCELL by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS |