Poems (Forrest)/Our speech

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OUR SPEECH
Oh, speak to me never in words you use To other women who please your eyes!But in the silence, when lightning plays Its lance low down in the summer skies,Or at midnight's hush, when some shrinking flower That feared the prying of garish dayRustles a petal and bares a heart That is cool as starshine and sweet as May,When the rare dream-tremor goes thro' your soul And you feel the thrill that must bring forth song,Then the night will carry your speech to me The happy hills of the world along!
Oh, reach your hand in no swift caress, For such love-life holds a death within!But send me a token I can keep On the long caress of a violin:Some joy you found in a printer word That fixed the thought of a poet-brain,Some major note of a shaft of sun, Some minor lilt of the friendly rain! ​The wind that came from a mountain-top, (But swept a garden of roses thro'),Some pine-boughs sighing in gyves of mist, Some laugh of leaves on a wash of blue,The golden sand in a dashing wave, The tip of a gannet's wing of snow:The fluted lip of a sea-tost shell That lisps its tale of the green below,Let these spell softly my answer, hold My soul's wild hymn to your music bars,The sun and wind are our alphabet, God gave us words in His silver stars!
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