Where your feet go no wind stirs, No wind ruffles the chestnut boughs, No wind ruffles the chestnut burrs; Braided thick on your brows Coils of great slow sunlight drowse. Your eyes against their lashes dream As birds through covert gazing deep: Mother of the tawny gleam, And the silence the hills keep, And the amber depth of sleep. Shield me with your languorousness; Let my heavy spirit feel Feet, hair, eyes flame downward; press On my heart the glittering heel, On my lids the gradual seal. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN EPITAPH UPON HUSBAND AND WIFE WHO DIED AND WERE BURIED by RICHARD CRASHAW THE FLIGHT OF LOVE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY THE WIND ON THE HILLS by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER THE LAY OF THE OLD WOMAN CLOTHED IN GREY; A LEGEND OF DOVER by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 12 by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE SENTRY'S MISTAKE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |