Bright eyes, sweet lips, with many fevers fill The young blood, running wildly, as it must; But lips and eyes beget a strange distrust. Electric fingers send the sudden thrill Through senses unsubservient to the will; The flames die down, and leave a dim disgust; Unfragrant kisses turn to drouth and dust; I kiss; I feast; but I am hungry still. O woman, woman, passionate but strong! True to thy love as needle to the pole -- True to the truth, and not alone to me -- O mate and friend, elusive in the throng, With thy clear brows, thy straight and upright soul, Nameless -- unknown -- my hunger is for thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HIGHWAY DEATH TOLL by KAREN SWENSON LANCER by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN WOODEN WHEELS by LOWELL C. BALLARD LINCOLN'S BIRTHDAY - 1918 by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS THE FASHION by JOSEPH BEAUMONT FRAGRANCE by MAGDELEN EDEN BOYLE ALMA MATER by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN AMELIA EARHART by HELEN BRYANT A PARAPHRASE ON THE PRAYER, USED IN THE CHURCH LITURGY by JOHN BYROM |