YOU never have said that you loved, In bold, plain words, for my hearing, You go out neatly garbed, trimly gloved, To your mount without word of endearing; And you canter good mile upon mile By my side, seeming safe from detection, But I know by your eyes and your smile That I own all your prisoned affection. You never have said you were mine, But the day that my horse, madly leaping, Threw me off into stubble and vine I arose, dear, to find you were weeping. And the night that I told you of her — She to whom not a word I had spoken — Your eyes wore a mist and a blur, And you talked in a voice that was broken. You have always been silent and shy, So modest, yet gracious and tender, That you cannot believe time is nigh For a bold and outspoken surrender. Yet that is just what you will give Just as soon as your soul shall discover 'T is for love and love only you live, And I am your long-famished lover. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHELTERED GARDEN by HILDA DOOLITTLE TO STATECRAFT EMBALMED by MARIANNE MOORE ARIEL'S SONG (1) [OR, DIRGE] [OR, A SEA DIRGE]. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SECOND BROTHER; ACT 1, SCENE 1 by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: GEORGE BUBB DODINGTON by ROBERT BROWNING SONG. THESE PRAIRIES by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |