i spoke to thee with a smile and thou didst not answer thy mouth is as a chord of crimson music Come hither— O thou, is life not a smile? i spoke to thee with a song and thou didst not listen thine eyes are as a vase of divine silence Come hither— O thou, is life not a song? i spoke to thee with a soul, and thou didst not wonder thy face is as a dream locked in white fragrance. Come hither— O thou, is life not love? i speak to thee with a sword and thou art silent thy breast is as a tomb softer than flowers Come hither— O thou, is love not death? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THOMAS MOORE (1) by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE VOICE by WILFRID WILSON GIBSON THE BIRDS: THE HOOPOE'S CALL TO HIS WIFE PROCNE, THE NIGHTINGALE by ARISTOPHANES HARMONIES OF THE EVENING by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE BANJO FIEND by WILLARD GROSVENOR BLEYER BETWEEN SLEEP AND WAKING by MATHILDE BLIND THE WARTONS AND OTHER EARLY ROMANTIC LANDSCAPE-POETS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |