There is a bird that, in her throat, Turns half her song to laughter: She is the woman for my ears — But who shall I kiss after? Find me a woman for my eyes, Who'll waste no time in song; To spend with her a silence that Exceeds the sweetest song. Take her, who loves to hear a voice, With notes that fall or rise — While I enjoy the spawny light That spreads in silent eyes. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE COUNTESS OF PEMBROKE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE BISHOP ORDERS HIS TOMB AT SAINT PRAXED'S CHURCH by ROBERT BROWNING GOOD NIGHT AND GOOD MORNING by RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES THE BROOK: SPRING by LAURA ABELL TO CHILDREN: 3. THE GOLDEN DAY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |