LET me be quiet now and nothing say With noisy lips. Voices are loud for thought that dies away, Away, As dew beneath the fierce and urgent sun. Let silence Be heard and now the noise of speech be done. Or if Some way must be for eager thought to run That cannot fly On shadow wings, let evening odours bear The burthen of Thought's secrecy, floating on stirless air. Here Is jasmine—and O jasmine to my heart That reachest, When thy soft waves wash round me and depart Then carry My mute desire into the listening night; And unto me Bring other air of intimate delight And pain. But, jasmine, if upon a pure dark hour, Moonless and dark, The smell again should flow from thy white flower Nursed in dusk green; If once again that unimagined smell Break up The fountains of my spirit—nay, how tell, How tell. I have known the sweetness of thy utmost sweet, The pain Of sweet past sweetness, and of joy so fleet Yet too, too slow. ... That hour is loveliness and a memory. Let be. There is no word for this felicity, Let be, let be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REINFORCEMENTS by MARIANNE MOORE ON THE DEATH OF BENJAMIN FRANKLIN by PHILIP FRENEAU ANECDOTE OF THE JAR by WALLACE STEVENS SYMBOL OF OUR COUNTRY by MAUD MCKINSEY BUTLER ON HAPPY WOMEN by MARY D. CAIN UPON MASTER WALTER MONTAGUE HIS RETURN FROM TRAVEL by THOMAS CAREW THE STREAM OF LIFE by ALICE CARY THE VIGIL OF AIDEN, SELECTION by THOMAS HOLLEY CHIVERS LINES WRITTEN AT SHURTON BARS, NEAR BRIDGEWATER by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |