THE passion you forbade my lips to utter Will not be silenced. You must hear it in The sullen thunders when they roll and mutter: And when the tempest nears, with wail and din, I know your calm forgetfulness is broken, And to your heart you whisper, "He has spoken." All nature understands and sympathises With human passion. When the restless sea Turns in its futile search for peace, and rises To plead and to pursue, it pleads for me. And with each desperate billow's anguished fretting Your heart must tell you, "He is not forgetting." When unseen hands in lightning strokes are writing Mysterious words upon a cloudy scroll, Know that my pent-up passion is inditing A cypher message for your woman's soul; And when the lawless winds rush by you shrieking, Let your heart say, "Now his despair is speaking." Love comes, nor goes, at beck or call of reason, Nor is love silent—though it says no word; By day or night, in any clime or season, A dominating passion must be heard. So shall you hear, through Junes and through Decembers, The voice of Nature saying, "He remembers." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A MAN WORKING HIS WAY THROUGH THE CROWD by MARIANNE MOORE BRICKLAYER LOVE by CARL SANDBURG THE AGED STRANGER; AN INCIDENT OF THE WAR by FRANCIS BRET HARTE SONNET: 65 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE A SATIRICAL ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF A LATE FAMOUS GENERAL by JONATHAN SWIFT BEAUTIFUL SNOW by JOHN WHITAKER WATSON PROMETHEUS BOUND: PROMETHEUS IN THE EARTHQUAKE by AESCHYLUS |