Silent Noon

 Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, - 
The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: 
Your eyes smile peace.
 The pasture gleams and glooms 
'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.
 
All round our nest, far as the eye can pass, 
Are golden kingcup-fields with silver edge 
Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.
 
'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.


Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly 
Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky: - 
So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above.
 
Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower, 
This close-companioned inarticulate hour 
When twofold silence was the song of love.

Biography | Poems | Best Poems | Short Poems | Quotes | Email Poem |

Poems are below...