Thursday, 11 June 2009

Silent Noon

by Dante Gabriel Rossetti 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-search'd growths the dragonfly Hangs like a blue thread loosen'd from the sky: - So this wing'd hour is dropped to us from above. Oh! Clasp we go our hearts, for deathless dower, This close-companion'd inarticulate hour When twofold silence was the song of love.

1 comment:

  1. christian@chrholtermann.com19 June 2009 at 11:28

    It has become part of the routine to go to your blog, which I so enjoy. Thank you! Christian