A LITTLE shallow silver urn, High in the east the new moon hung; Amid the palms a fountain flung Its snowy floss, and there, above, With its impassioned unconcern, A hidden bird discoursed of love. I felt your hand upon my arm Flutter as doth a thrush's wing, Then tighten. Sweet, how small a thing Draws kindred spirits heart to heart! More was that hour's elusive charm To us than eloquence or art. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NAMING FOR LOVE by HAYDEN CARRUTH PARAGRAPHS: 15 by HAYDEN CARRUTH STREET-CRIES: 2. THE SHIP OF EARTH by SIDNEY LANIER THE SHELL TO THE PEARL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SOMETHING CHILDISH, BUT VERY NATURAL; WRITTEN IN GERMANY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TROAS: ACT II. LATTER END OF THE CHORUS by LUCIUS ANNAEUS SENECA EPIGRAMS: BOOK I, 1 by MARCUS VALERIUS MARTIALIS L'ENVOI: THE RETURN OF THE SIRE DE NESLE, A.D. 16 - by HERMAN MELVILLE |