LISTEN, lady! let me sing What I may not speak: Song shall hide heart-faltering Where all words were weak. Maiden, shall I tell thee why All this life of mine, 'Mid the great world flitting by, Mingled is with thine? By the mountain, glade, or glen, City-mart or sea, All my hope, for deeds and men, Coloured is by thee! Like a bright enwoven thread In the woof of Thought, Through my heart and through my head Thv sweet name is wrought. Brightest blue of morning skies Brighter seems to me, And the eve a gentler guise Wears, because of thee. Sweetest music seems more sweet, For in it I hear Harmony of coming feet Telling thou art near. Yea, Life's fight beneath the sun, O my Queen, can be Firmer fought and nobler won Through the thought of thee! Never yet between us twain Greeting or farewell, Words of parting or of pain Or of troth befell. Yet, beneath the Moon's sweet reign, Reigning silently, Flows, and ebbs, and flows amain All the speechless sea. Lady, draw me with thine eyes, As the Moon the Sea, All my heart shall loyal rise Dumb, but strong, for thee! Yes, I cannot tell thee why All this life of mine, 'Mid the great world flitting by, Mingled is with thine: For I cannot tell the grace, Winsome, proud, and sweet, That is writ on brow and face, Writ from head to feet— Of the lady that I love: Lady, look on me As the Maid-queen from above Looks and wins the Sea! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE COMING OF SNOW by HAYDEN CARRUTH FISH-LEAP FALL by ROBERT FROST AND SO, I THINK DIOGENES by AMY LOWELL STUDY FOR A GEOGRAPHICAL TRAIL; 1. SEATTLE by CLARENCE MAJOR CORTEGE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE UNDERGRADUATE KILLED IN BATTLE; OXFORD, 1915 by GEORGE SANTAYANA HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 4. THE MORAL by KAREN SWENSON |