Analysis of XIX Lilent 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.