I WALK, I only, Not I only wake; Nothing is, this sweet night, But doth couch and wake For its love's sake; Everything, this sweet night, Couches with its mate. For whom but for the stealthy-visitant sun Is the naked moon Tremulous and elate? The heaven hath the earth Its own and all apart; The hushèd pool holdeth A star to its heart. You may think the rose sleepeth, But though she folded is, The wind doubts her sleeping; Not all the rose sleeps, But smiles in her sweet heart For crafty bliss. The wind lieth with the rose, And the rose her kiss. Ah, mouth of me! Is it then that this Seemeth much to thee? -- I wander only. The rose hath her kiss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CLARK STREET BRIDGE by CARL SANDBURG LOVE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE EPIGRAM: 118. ON GUT by BEN JONSON BINGEN ON THE RHINE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON OVER THE RIVER by NANCY WOODBURY PRIEST |