09.08.2014, 13:53
HIDDEN LOVE
THEIR talk was of the common things ; they spoke
Of how the wind had made the tender flowers
Languish to death, of how the burning hours
Had seared the very heart of spring, and broke
Her mystic spell of passion to invoke
Beauty to life, of how the season's powers
Had no assistance now from warmed showers,
Of how no more the vernal sense awoke,
But though their speech was of such things as these,
Her secret heart that hardly dared to beat,
Yearned with a love unutterably sweet,
More deep and warm than silent tropic seas,
Wherein are all the brooding mysteries
And hidden wonders of creative heat.
THEIR talk was of the common things ; they spoke
Of how the wind had made the tender flowers
Languish to death, of how the burning hours
Had seared the very heart of spring, and broke
Her mystic spell of passion to invoke
Beauty to life, of how the season's powers
Had no assistance now from warmed showers,
Of how no more the vernal sense awoke,
But though their speech was of such things as these,
Her secret heart that hardly dared to beat,
Yearned with a love unutterably sweet,
More deep and warm than silent tropic seas,
Wherein are all the brooding mysteries
And hidden wonders of creative heat.