"Give me thy hand, and hush awhile, / And turn those limpid eyes on mine, / And let me read there, love! thy inmost soul."
— Arnold, Matthew (1822-1888)
Author
Work Title
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
B. Fellowes
Date
1852
Metaphor
"Give me thy hand, and hush awhile, / And turn those limpid eyes on mine, / And let me read there, love! thy inmost soul."
Metaphor in Context
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet,
Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet!
I feel a nameless sadness o'er me roll.
Yes, yes, we know that we can jest,
We know, we know that we can smile!
But there's a something in this breast,
To which thy light words bring no rest,
And thy gay smiles no anodyne.
Give me thy hand, and hush awhile,
And turn those limpid eyes on mine,
And let me read there, love! thy inmost soul.
(ll. 1-11)
Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet!
I feel a nameless sadness o'er me roll.
Yes, yes, we know that we can jest,
We know, we know that we can smile!
But there's a something in this breast,
To which thy light words bring no rest,
And thy gay smiles no anodyne.
Give me thy hand, and hush awhile,
And turn those limpid eyes on mine,
And let me read there, love! thy inmost soul.
(ll. 1-11)
Categories
Provenance
Reading
Citation
Matthew Arnold, Empedocles on Etna, and Other Poems. London: B. Fellowes, 1852.<Link to RPO><Link to Victorian Web>
Date of Entry
05/20/2010
