Silent Noon.

Silent Noon
Dante Gabriel Rossetti

Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,-
The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
You 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 hawthorne-hedge.
'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.

Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly
Hangs like a blue-thread loosened 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-companioned inarticulate hour
When two-fold silence was the song of love.


from "Four Centuries of Great Love Poems." Compiled by Debra Starr. J.W. Edwards, Inc., US: 2006.


I thought this poem was beautiful. Love doesn't need sound. It just needs love.