Dear, they are praising your beauty, The grass and the sky: The sky in a silence of wonder, The grass in a sigh. I too would sing for your praising, Dearest, had I Speech as the whispering grass, Or the silent sky. These have an art for the praising Beauty so high. Sweet, you are praised in a silence, Sung in a sigh. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD-BYE DOROTHY GAYLE: THE ROAD TO BUFFALO by KAREN SWENSON ON LORD HOLLAND'S SEAT NEAR MARGATE, KENT by THOMAS GRAY AT MIDSUMMER by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON COBWEBS by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI FOR 'OUR LADY OF THE ROCKS' (BY LEONARDO DA VINCI) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI |