I found this poem the other day and while I am not usually an Oscar Wilde fan, I thought it was rather good…
SILENTIUM AMORIS (THE SILENCE OF LOVE)
As oftentimes the too resplendent sun
Hurries the pallid and reluctant moon
Back to her sombre cave, ere she hath won
A single ballad from the nightingale,
So doth thy Beauty make my lips to fail,
And all my sweetest singing out of tune.And as at dawn across the level mead
On wings impetuous some wind will come,
And with its too harsh kisses break the reed
Which was its only instrument of song,
So my too stormy passions work me wrong,
And for excess of Love my Love is dumb.But surely unto Thee mine eyes did show
Why I am silent, and my lute unstrung;
Else it were better we should part, and go,
Thou to some lips of sweeter melody,
And I to nurse the barren memory
Of unkissed kisses, and songs never sung.- OSCAR WILDE
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I haven’t read this poem before although I did once own the complete works of dear Oscar. He has always been a favourite of mine, especially his fairy tales which always make me want to cry because they are so sensitive. I suppose he is a bit out of date now but what a way with words. There’s no denying that.