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Unspoken Words Post by :Scott_Foster Category :Poems Author :Madge Morris Wagner Date :October 2011 Read :2563

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Unspoken Words

Unspoken words may thrill the heart,
Their meaning be more deeply felt
Than all the glowing oratory
Poured at the shrine where reason knelt.
The fairest pictures art conceives,
The noblest sentiments of mind,
The loveliest, purest gems of thought
Are those which never are defined.

The hand that paints the rainbow dyes
Ne'er leaves a trace its skill to show--
The art that gilds the sunset skies
And tints the flower, we may not know.
Nor may we know the wizard power
Which o'er our being wields control,
Nor how, when silence seals the lips,
Heart speaks to heart and soul to soul.

We do not know from whence the life
Imbued in crystal drop of rain,
Nor why, when torn and trampled on,
The rose's fragrance will remain.
Nor know we why the tender tone
Will linger when love's dream is fled,
Now why the smile we loved will live,
Although the face it wreathed will be dead.

Some strangely fascinating spell
Steals o'er the heart in ethic's hour;
We know not what, nor how, nor why,
Still must we own we feel its power--
A power that wakens slumbering dreams,
Intangible emotion swells,
That penetrates the soul's deep fount,
And greets the tide that from it wells.

It is not charm of form or face,
Nor is it long contact of years
That wins this mutual soul response,
This spirit sympathy endears.
A theory by time engraved
Fro life, one mad impulse may sweep--
A glance may into being start
Vain hopes that nevermore may sleep.

The quiet touch when hands are clasped
Would seemingly no sense impart,
Yet may it wake a deathless theme
And send it quivering to the heart.
And thus may kindred spirits feel,
Though tone of voice be never heard,
The sweet impassioned eloquence,
The magic of unspoken words.

(The end)
Madge Morris Wagner's poem: Unspoken Words

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O! Take Away Your Flowers
O! take your pale camellias back; Their soft leaves, waxen whiteAnd odorless, too ill accord With my dark mood to-night.I do not want your hot-house flowers, They're like the love you give--A something tame and passionless That breaths but does not live.You take my hand as though you feared Your clasp were over-bold,Your kiss falls light at flake of snow, And just as calm and cold.I'd rather have your hatred Than this lifeless loving claim,If your heart beat one throb faster At mention of my name.Leave me, and bind those soulless leaves

Old Aunt Lucy Old Aunt Lucy

Old Aunt Lucy
Why into that darkened chamber Walk you with such noiseless tread?No slumbering one will awaken-- The sheeted form is dead.Why gaze on the rigid features, So white in death's embrace,With such look of awe and pity? 'Tis only the same old face.Why touch you now so tender The hands that silent lay?They're only the sunburned fingers That toiled for you night and day.Why now, with your tear-dimmed vision, So softly do you pressUpon the wrinkled forehead Your lips in sad caress?How much of care had lighted That lingering, loving kiss,Had you in