Ah! Beauty, let me wake thee with a kiss! What? thou art matronly and married long? Then all the sweeter shall be passion's song And soft romance's tender-bosomed bliss! Thou art growing old, thou sayest? Nay, what of this! Passion repressed for centuries waxes strong:— Lo! rose-winged red-lipped love-thoughts round thee throng, And August love is sweet as spring's, I wis? Ah! Beauty, let me wake thee from thy sleep And touch the lips and kiss the lashes deep— (What matter if he hears us!—help is near. See! underneath thy window on the lake Night's silver ripples round a boat's prow shake:) Lock thou thine hand in mine,—and have no fear! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LETTERS TO DEAD IMAGISTS by CARL SANDBURG ON THE BIRTH OF A CHILD by LOUIS UNTERMEYER CALIBAN UPON SETEBOS; OR, NATURAL THEOLOGY IN THE ISLAND by ROBERT BROWNING THIRD BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 25 by THOMAS CAMPION IN THE SHADOWS: 19 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) |