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The Silence of Love

By Edmond Holmes

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[Is it thy fault that thou art fair as spring]

Is it thy fault that thou art fair as spring,
Pure as the dawn, calm as the starlit night,
Sweet as the flowers that April breezes bring,
Strong as the sea, swift as the lightning's flight?
Is it thy fault that through thy silent eyes
An angel's soul speaks to the souls of men
Of lands of light beyond their bending skies,
Of mystic worlds beyond their mortal ken?
Is it thy fault that beauty, charm and grace
Flow from thy form like fragrance from a flower?

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Is it thy fault that from thy radiant face
The light of love falls in a golden shower?
Is it thy fault that feature, form and mien,
Motion and voice proclaim thee love's own queen?