Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, -
s look through like rosy blooms:
Your eyes smile peace
. The pasture gleams and glooms
'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.
All round our nest, far as the eye can pass,
Are golden kingcup
-fields with silver edge
Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn
'Tis visible silence
as the hour-glass.
Deep in the sun-search'd growths the dragon-fiy
Hangs like a blue thread loosen'd from the sky: -
So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above.
Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,
This close-companion'd inarticulate hour
When twofold silence was the song of love.
- Dante Gabriel Rossetti, The House of Life 19, 1871.