Still must your hands withhold your loveliness?
Is your soul jealous of your body still?
The fair white limbs beneath the clouding dress
Are such hard forms as you alone could fill
With life and sweetness. Such a harmony
Is yours as music and the thought expressed
By the musician: have no rivalry
Between your soul and the shape in which it's drest.
Kisses or words, both sensual, which shall be
The burning symbol of the love we bear?
My art is words, yours song, but still must we
Be mute and songless, seeing how love is fair.
Both our known arts being useless, we must turn
To love himself and his old practice learn.
Persuasion.
Edward Shanks
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Poem topics: I love you, alone, life, music, song, white, harmony, hard, sensual, shape, body, thought, beneath, dress, I miss you, soul, love, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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