And will she never hold her tongue, About that feather in her hat; Her scarf, when she has done with that, And then the bangle on her wrist; And is my silence meant to make Her talk the more -- the more she's kissed? At last, with silence matching mine, She feels the passion deep and strong, That fears to trust a timid tongue. Say, Love -- that draws us close together -- Isn't she the very life of Death? No more of bangle, scarf or feather. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ULTIMA THULE: THE TIDE RISES by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AT ELLIS ISLAND by MARGARET LIVINGSTON CHANLER ALDRICH MICHAEL ANGELO by AUGUSTE BARBIER THE BIRD FANCIER by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |