WHY throbbest thou, my heart, why thickly breathest? I ask no rich and splendid eloquence: A few words of the warmest and the sweetest Sure thou mayst yield without such coy pretence: Open the chamber where affection's voice, For rare occasions is kept close and fine: Bid it but say "sweet Emily, be mine," So for one boldness thou shalt aye rejoice. Fain would I speak when the full music-streams Rise from her lips to linger on her face, Or like a form floating through Raffaelle's dreams, Then fixed by him in everliving grace, She sits i' the silent worship of mine eyes. Courage, my heart: change thou for words thy sighs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NOTHING REDEMPTION by BRUCE WEIGL TILL THE MIST PASSES by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 16 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH THE LANGUAGE OF THE EYES by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |