Silent Praise

When the candlelight falls on your lips as they touch
The rim of your wine-glass—oh, it is too much!
So precious much I must needful pause, because
Stillness has stricken me still-ful with its laws—
That say, one, Don’t let beauty pass without praise,
And, two, In silence worship beauty’s ways.
So I would speak, yet cannot say a word,
So I must cage within Love’s sparrows stirred.
Yet something from my eyes has flickered true,
And tremblings of my lips have flown to you,
For, fiery in your eyes are suns of days
That rise through me and all my lawful praise.
And now no sound but glass to glass that rings
As toast we low our quiet, freeborn wings.

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