As to a bird's song she were listening, Her beautiful head is ever sidewise bent; Her questioning eyes lift up their depths intent -- She, who will never hear the wild-birds sing. My words within her ears' cold chambers ring Faint, with the city's murmurous sub-tones blent; Though with such sounds as suppliants may have sent To high-throned goddesses, my speech takes wing. Not for the side-poised head's appealing grace I gaze, nor hair where fire in shadow lies -- For her this world's unhallowed noises base Melt into silence; not our groans, our cries, Our curses, reach that high-removed place Where dwells her spirit, innocently wise. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SILLER CROUN by SUSANNA BLAMIRE FOR THE BED AT KELMSCOTT by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) PRAYER OF THE LOST by ALETHEA TODD ALDERSON PSALM 32. BEATI QUORUM REMISSA SUNT by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE RED RIVER EVENING by PAUL SOUTHWORTH BLISS PLORANS PLORAVIT by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE |