They walk not softly, women who have known The intimacy of the god. Their eyes Burn sultry through the dark like tropic skies; For they have felt the sunrise, they alone The quicksand's strangling sorcery, and the drone Of worlds upon their courses underlies The music of their pulse. The world-song dies Within them, they the ultimate overtone. They are not lonely any more. The spell Great lovers use, their secret, is but this: So strange the first, so natural every kiss: Quietly with the mighty rhythms flow, At home with love, as music haunts the shell, This being the way of gods...Should I not know? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRAVE OLD OAK by HENRY FOTHERGILL CHORLEY COLOGNE; EPIGRAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TERNISSA, FR HELLENICS by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR ICHABOD by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE ALBATROSS by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE STORM by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |