The House of Life: 19. 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—fiy
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.
