Classic Poem

If I have spoken
Of my love, it is to the slow stream
That hearkens when I lean
Above it; if I have spoken
Of my love, it is to the wind
That laughs and whispers in the leaves;
If I have spoken of my love, it is to the bird
That passes singing
With the wind;
If I have spoken,
The echo heard.

If I have loved with a great love,
In sad or joyous wise,
It was your eyes;
If I have loved with a great love,
It was your mouth so grave and sweet,
It was your mouth;
If I have loved with a great love,
It was your warm flesh and your cool fresh hands,
And it is your shadow that I seek.