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-searched growths the dragon-fly <br />Hangs like a blue thread loosened 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-companioned inarticulate hour <br />When twofold silence was the song of love.<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-house-of-the-life-silent-noon/
