Silent I love thee. When thou deignst to speak I love thee more. When happily thou smilest, Beloved, then upon the soul's high peak I stand, deep in the spell which thou beguilest. Bourne of the shadows, thy soft wind-blown hair Prisons my heart within the joy thou bringest. Dusk is a-quiver, all vibrant the air, When with thy darkling eyes gaily thou singest. Silent the song and yet there falls the strain, Far o'er the thrall wherein my heart thou holdest; Captive I be, but neither bar nor chain, Nor power save love about my heart thou moldest, Silence or word or smile or dark eyes gleaming— Morsels of heavenly fare, joys of my dreaming. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRYSTAL CABINET by WILLIAM BLAKE THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: MAY by EDMUND SPENSER BALLADE OF EGREGIOUSNESS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS APOLLO AND DAPHNE by PHILIP AYRES COMPLAINS, BEING HIND'RED THE SIGHT OF HIS NYMPH by PHILIP AYRES SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 38. THE RETREAT FROM MOSCOW by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) PERFECTED by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |