There is a hidden rhythm In an hour like this, When eyes meet eyes Across a deep abyss, When lips tear words Like petals from a flower To let them fall In quick staccato shower. Our shadows blend and part, The wall is bright again; The tapping of your fingers Is the dripping of the rain; The fire leaps high And sinks into itself; Flame lights the face Of the clock on the shelf. And the hour is done, You must go away -- I cannot break the rhythm On a whispered, "Stay!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVER IN HELL by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET SISTER MARIA CELESTE, GALILEO'S DAUGHTER, WRITES TO FRIEND by MADELINE DEFREES WE CAN'T WRITE OURSELVES INTO ETERNAL LIFE by DAVID IGNATOW SELF-ANALYSIS by DAVID IGNATOW A NEW HYMN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD DOMESDAY BOOK: HENRY BAKER, AT NEW YORK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |