The Power of silence

And will she never hold her tongue,

About that feather in her hat;

Her scarf, when she has done with that,

And then the bangle on her wrist;

And is my silence meant to make

Her talk the more-the more she’s kissed?

At last, with silence matching mine,

She feels the passion deep and strong,

That fears to trust a timid tongue.

Say, Love-that draws us close together-

Isn’t she the very life of Death?

No more of bangle, scarf or feather.