Analysis of The House of the Life: 19. Silent Noon

Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,--
        The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:
        Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms
    'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.
    All round our nest, far as the eye can pass,
        Are golden kingcup-fields with silver edge
        Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.
    'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.

Deep in the sun-search'd growths the dragon-fiy
  Hangs like a blue thread loosen'd from the sky:--
      So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above.
  Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower,
  This close-companion'd inarticulate hour
      When twofold silence was the song of love.