I HAVE strayed from silent places, Where the days are dreaming always; And fair summer lies a-dying, Roses withered on her breast. I have stolen all her beauty, All her softness, all her sweetness; In her robe of folden sunshine I am drest. I will breathe a mist about me Lest you see my face too clearly, Lest you follow me too boldly I will silence every song. Through the haze and through the silence You will know that I am passing; When you break the spell that holds you, I am gone! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 31 by JAMES JOYCE SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WIDOW MCFARLANE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS PARASITICS: TO CERTAIN POETS by CONRAD AIKEN AFTER TWO YEARS by RICHARD ALDINGTON CONTRA MORTEM: THE WOMAN'S GENITALS by HAYDEN CARRUTH TRANSLUCENT FINGERS by MALCOLM COWLEY SISTER MARIA CELESTE, GALILEO'S DAUGHTER, WRITES TO FRIEND by MADELINE DEFREES |