Here you will find thePoemLove Magicalof poet Roderic Quinn
IF you had been where I have been (Grey, grey the skies above), And you had seen what I have seen, You would not laugh at love. Seek, seek till you find a rose Red all through to its petal-tips, And you shall know the curve of her mouth, The scent of her breath and the red of her lips. If you had heard what I have heard (Dull, dull the beat of the sea). Your heart would leap like a singing bird Troubled and thrilled by ecstasy. Stars sing in the dark o' the night, Birds sing in the gold o' the noon; Melody reigned in her speech a queen, The song of the stars and the birds' tune. The rose is dead that was her mouth (Pale, pale on the earth it lies), And East and West and North and South The world is full of weeping eyes. A noon is dark, a star is gone, A rose is dead, a bird is mute; And love that made sounds magical Is silent like a broken lute.
