Often I dream your big blue eyes, Though loth their meaning to confess, Regard me with a clear surprise Of dawning tenderness. Often I dream you gladly hear The words I hardly dare to breathe, -- The words that falter in their fear To tell what throbs beneath. Often I dream your hand in mine Falls like a flower at eventide, And down the path we leave a line Of footsteps side by side. But ah, in all my dreams of bliss, In passion's hunger, fever's drouth, I never dare to dream of this: My lips upon your mouth. And so I dream your big blue eyes, That look on me with tenderness, Grow wide, and deep, and sad, and wise, And dim with dear distress. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 3 by EZRA POUND FARE WELL by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE TO DOCTOR EMPIRIC by BEN JONSON THE LAW OF THE YUKON by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE INSULTING BEAUTY by JOHN WILMOT ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 9. AT STUDY by MARK AKENSIDE ONCE WITH DEATH NEAR by REBA MAXWELL AVERY SONNET: 10 by RICHARD BARNFIELD PSALM 2; DONE AUGUST 8, 1653 - TERZETTI by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |