Silent NoonYour hands lie open in the long fresh grass, -- The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: Your 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 hawthorn-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 twofold silence was the song of love. Dante Gabriel Rossetti http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dante_Gabriel_Rossettihttp://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/Category:Dante_Gabriel_Rossettimusic--Chopin, pianist Boris Berezovsky
