Down the gray crags in the vale below Wound the river, a gossamer thread. Our thoughts were as deep as the rocky steep, But never a word we said. On crimson clouds we could faintly trace The path of the homing bird; Our hopes soared high as the sun-flushed sky, Yet we whispered never a word. Then soul met soul; no speech we sought For the noblest words seemed vain. The earth and the sky must speak the thought When heart calls to heart again. No speech could declare the soul laid bare In a vision of all life meant. But the words that the silence whispered there We shall hear till our life be spent. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DESPAIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 30 by CLARENCE MAJOR DOMESDAY BOOK: MRS. GREGORY WENNER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE ARCHITECT AT THE EDGE OF THE SEA by KAREN SWENSON THE FUN HOUSE FABLE by KAREN SWENSON PROTESTS (AFTER A PAINTING BY HUGO BALLIN) by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |