Xli Poems/Sonnet 1
SONNETSI
when learned darkness from our searched world
wrestest the rare unwisdom of thy eyes,
if thy two hands flowers of silence curled
if thy two hands flowers of silence curled
upon a thought, to rapture should surprise
my soul slowly which on thy beauty dreamest
—proud through the cold perfect night whisperless
my soul slowly which on thy beauty dreamest
—proud through the cold perfect night whisperless
to mark, how that asleep whitely thou seemest
(whose lips the whole of life almost do guess)
if god should send the morning; and before
my doubting window leaves softly to stir,
of thoughtful trees whom night hath pondered o'er
—and frailties of dimension to occur
my doubting window leaves softly to stir,
of thoughtful trees whom night hath pondered o'er
—and frailties of dimension to occur
about us
about usand birds known, scarcely to sing
about usand birds known, scarcely to sing
(heart, shalt thou bear the marvel of this thing?)