Annunciation Silence

Lo, the wind that blows as it doth list:
Lo, the flame that thriddeth the abyss!
Mary now hath bound her will:
In the house she keepeth still:
And she meeteth Joseph's kiss.

Very lovely as a moon in mist
She appeareth in her place.
Something in her heart doth lack.
For she doth not kiss him back —
Weeps a little in his face.

Now from lover's hope he doth desist;
For she groweth to him terrible
As an army clad in banners,
With those pitiful lone manners:
And he guards a dream he may not tell.