And so Life drew us both, and so Love drew Both, both -- the woman without thought at all, So starved for chance of service all in all, The man of thought that knew (or deemed he knew). So reading turned to talk; and talk then grew To little silences. Then song grew rife -- The song she most would sing to her was new: "Freut euch des Lebens -- Take ye joy of life" . . . Turning the leaf of music, at her side, As she ran over the keys, I kissed her hair One night at last . . . The Old Man multiplied And added in his study over there Across the hall . . . That painted Face so fair Looked down upon her daughter and -- my bride. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE VIKING GRAVE AT LADBY by KAREN SWENSON THE LOVE OF GOD by ELIZA SCUDDER THE SISTERS by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS TRANQUIL HABIT by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER TRANSFIGURATION by MARGIE B. BOSWELL THE TREE BUDS by KATE LOUISE BROWN SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 19 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |