Something came with the falling dusk, Came, and quickened to soft unrest: Something floats in the linden's musk, And throbs in the brook on the meadow's breast. Shy Spirit of Love, awake, awake! All things feel thee, And all reveal thee: The night was given for thy sweet sake. Toil slinks aside, and leaves to thee the land; The heart beats warmer for the idle hand; The timid tongue unlearns its wrong, And speech is turned to song; The shaded eyes are braver; And every life, like flowers whose scent is dumb Till dew and darkness come, Gives forth a tender savor. Oh, each so lost in all, who may resist The plea of lips unkissed, Or, hearing such a strain, Though kissed a thousand times, kiss not again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY SENSES DO NOT DECEIVE ME by MARIANNE MOORE HEMLOCK AND CEDAR by CARL SANDBURG THE WOUNDED CUPID. SONG by ANACREON THE DEAD PAN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING DOWNFALL OF POLAND [FALL OF WARSAW, 1794] by THOMAS CAMPBELL THOMAS MACDONAGH by FRANCIS LEDWIDGE TO ALISON CUNNINGHAM; FROM HER BOY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |