It is not always words that bring New understanding deeply seen -- Sometimes it is the silences That fall between. You speak and there are loosed upon The quiet air, a flock of birds, A thousand colors in the sun -- These are your words. I follow dazzled as I move, Subservient to your utmost will -- Your thoughts compel me even as I climb the hill. You make an ending and blue air So lately cut to rainbow hue Is clear, my thoughts are free and in The silence, true. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EROTION by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE WHEN LET BY RAIN by EDWARD TAYLOR THE CATERPILLAR by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD MEDITATIONS IN GREAT BEALINGS CHURCH-YARD by BERNARD BARTON THE CELESTIAL COUNTRY by BERNARD OF CLUNY TO WAR by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE ULTIMATION by MAGDELEN EDEN BOYLE |