A gift of Silence, sweet! <br />Who may not ever hear: <br />To lay down at your unobservant feet, <br />Is all the gift I bear. <br /> <br />I have no songs to sing, <br />That you should heed or know: <br />I have no lilies, in full hands, to fling <br />Across the path you go. <br /> <br />I cast my flowers away, <br />Blossoms unmeet for you! <br />The garland I have gathered in my day: <br />My rosemary and rue. <br /> <br />I watch you pass and pass, <br />Serene and cold: I lay <br />My lips upon your trodden, daisied grass, <br />And turn my life away. <br /> <br />Yea, for I cast you, sweet! <br />This one gift, you shall take: <br />Like ointment, on your unobservant feet, <br />My silence, for your sake.<br /><br />Ernest Christopher Dowson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/amor-umbratilis/
