I saw a star slide down the sky, Blinding the north as it went by, Too burning and too quick to hold, Too lovely to be bought or sold, Good only to m… - Sara Teasdale

V. Night Song At Amafi

I asked the heaven of stars
What I should give my love–
It answered me with silence,
Silence above.

I asked the darkened sea
Down where the fishers go–
It answered me with silence,
Silence below.

Oh, I could give him weeping,
Or I could give him song–
But how can I give silence
My whole life long?

When April bends above me
And finds me fast asleep,
Dust need not keep the secret
A live heart died to keep.

When April tells the thrushes,
The meadow-larks will know,
And pipe the three words lightly
To all the wind that blow.

Above his roof the swallows,
In notes like far-blown rain,
Will tell the chirping sparrow
Beside his window-pane.

O sparrow, little sparrow,
When I am fast asleep,
Then tell my love the secret
That I have died to keep.

I may not speak till Eros' torch is dim, The god is bitter and will have it so.