Only in silence can one hear, as you, The single sounds that, harshly incomplete, Yet throb to golden music when they meet, As one clear symphony. With altered hue -- Turned faintly roseblush, faring to the blue Vast grape of night -- day lays down at your feet Such tardy gifts as you, who for no sake Find stooping easy, may yet leave or take -- You, who know stars by day where they go veiled On secret silver thresholds, who have scaled High sunsets, and have loved gold hair too much To use . . . save for such moments as might leave A strand of light that should forever weave About the heart, and tighten at the touch. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEY ACCUSE ME OF NOT TALKING by HAYDEN CARRUTH DOMESDAY BOOK: THE VERDICT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS FACADE: 22. ALONE by EDITH SITWELL MARIANNA ALCOFORANDO by SARA TEASDALE COUNTRY SCHOOLROOM, ADIRONDACK MOUNTAINS by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |