You who are close to my heart always, I welcome you, ancient coffins of stone, which the cheerful water of Roman days still flows through, like a wandering song. Or those other ones that are open wide like the eyes of a happily waking shepard -with silence and bee-suck nettle inside, from which ecstatic butterflies flittered; everything that has been wrestled from doubt I welcome-the mouths that burst open after long knowledge of what it is to be mute. Do we know this, my friends, or don't we know this? Both are formed by the hesitant hour in the deep calm of the human face. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: SERENADE by EDITH SITWELL OUR COUNTRY by JULIA WARD HOWE ON FIRST LOOKING INTO CHAPMAN'S HOMER by JOHN KEATS EXODUS FOR OREGON by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE HAPPY LIFE OF A COUNTRY PARSON by ALEXANDER POPE |