Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,-- <br /> The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: <br /> Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms <br /> 'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass. <br /> All round our nest, far as the eye can pass, <br /> Are golden kingcup-fields with silver edge <br /> Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge. <br /> 'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass. <br /> <br /> Deep in the sun-search'd growths the dragon-fiy <br /> Hangs like a blue thread loosen'd from the sky:-- <br /> So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above. <br /> Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower, <br /> This close-companion'd inarticulate hour <br /> When twofold silence was the song of love.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/xix-lilent-noon/
