English Poetry. Eleanor Farjeon. Never-Known. Элинор Фарджон.

Eleanor Farjeon (Элинор Фарджон)

Never-Known

O Never-Known, it may be Never-to-Know,
You are the murmur of colour in the East
When upon twilit clouds faint ghosts of sunset
Sigh from the Western rose-gardens.

Or the thin rippled tune
Of imperceptible Æolian harps
Swept by a wind out of the misty sphere
Just higher than the summit of the soul--
Music half-heard, song uncontainable.

Or you are violets whispering in the dark.

You are unshapen in the eyes of me,
But in my breast I carry all the breath
And sound and colour of you, Never-Known,
It may be Never-to-Know.

Eleanor Farjeon’s other poems:

1. Sonnets. 7. When I see two delay their wings at heaven
2. Sonnets. 12. I hear love answer: Since within the mesh
3. Sonnets. 8. Wilt thou put seals on love because men say
4. Sonnets. 3. Once, Love, be prodigal, nor look hereafter
5. Sonnets. 2. O Spare Me from the Hand of Niggard Love

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