Your footfalls, children of my silence, religiously and slowly placed move on, in ice and muteness traced toward the bed of my vigilance. Pure person! Shadow without blame! How hesitant and yet how sweet! God! ... all the gifts that I might name now come to me on these bare feet. If with your yearning lips and tongue you bring, that he may sustenance find, to the inhabitant of my mind the flesh of love to essence wrung, let not desires in act yet meet: its nonbeing has sweetness too for my life was awaiting you and your footfall was my heart-beat. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY ON THYRZA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: 7. THE MEASURE OF BEAUTY by THOMAS CAMPION INGRATEFUL [OR UNGRATEFUL] BEAUTY THREATENED by THOMAS CAREW FOR [OR TO] THOSE WHO FAIL by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER FAREWELL TO ARMS by GEORGE PEELE |