The speaker is with a woman he loves, and her presence overwhelms him. When she sighs, he hesitates to speak because he senses beauty grows best in quiet, when the heart is faint and slow. Even singing feels like too much. Her silent eyes contain wide, distant scenes—clouds and islands—and the waves bring Eros in, as if desire arrives through looking rather than words. He hears her clothes rustle like the sea and imagines her as a wild white bird, while love itself becomes the sighing of the sand. The mood is hushed, dreamy, and full of longing. It suggests a love so intense that speech would break it; silence becomes a deeper way of feeling.
The Silent Lover — Summary
She sighs. What shall I say? For beauty seems to grow In silence, when the heart is faint and slow.
Sing, sing . . . How shall I sing? In silent eyes, where clouds and islands gaze, The waves bring Eros in.
I think the rustling of her clothes Is like the sea, and she A wild white bird, And love is like the sighing of the sand.