To a Silent Man

That you should love is not enough for me,
Come tell your love with pleasing courtesy.
I keep no faith in silence, I am wild and weak;
Now by the beauty of all wandering fires, I beg you speak.
Here is a rout of whispered loves and laughter,
And I must turn about and follow after.

To hymn Love, to live because of Beauty,
That is Love's life, that is a lover's duty.
Can you not see I weep because I go?
Speak, dumb Man! Speak! Say, shall I stay or no?
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