Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | February 27, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Telepathy

by James Russell Lowell (1819–1891).

 

Telepathy

 

“And how could you dream of meeting?”  

  Nay, how can you ask me, sweet?  

All day my pulse had been beating  

  The tune of your coming feet.  

  

And as nearer and ever nearer                                  5

  I felt the throb of your tread,  

To be in the world grew dearer,  

  And my blood ran rosier red.  

  

Love called, and I could not linger,  

  But sought the forbidden tryst,                            10

As music follows the finger  

  Of the dreaming lutanist.  

  

And though you had said it and said it,  

  “We must not be happy to-day,”  

Was I not wiser to credit                                           15

  The fire in my feet than your Nay?  

 

Notes:

lutanist: A lute player

http://www.lib.rochester.edu/camelot/auth/lowell.htm

http://xroads.virginia.edu/~MA01/Lisle/dial/lowell.html


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