Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, HONEYMOON, by JOHN HAVENER


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HONEYMOON, by                    
First Line: Now there's a note of music too sublime
Last Line: A word to loose this glory from the mind.
Subject(s): Honeymoons


Now there's a note of music too sublime
To be expressed by voice or violin,
A chord that mocks the clumsiness of rhyme
And makes the eager trumpet vain and thin.
Not far this song from madness, for it brings
The impotence of wild and wordless cries,
A pinioned eagle that expands its wings
And strains to find the sky, but fails to rise.
Thus it is with you and me within this room,
Your eyes so happy and my heart so full
And all of youth and beauty burst in bloom;
Now I would speak the inexpressible.
The cup is running over; oh, to find
A word to loose this glory from the mind.





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