How I do love to sit and dream Of that sweet passion, when I meet The lady I must love for life! The very thought makes my Soul beat Its wings, as though it saw that light Silver the rims of my black night. I see her bring a crimson mouth To open at a kiss, and close; I see her bring her two fair cheeks, That I may paint on each a rose; I see her two hands, like doves white, Fly into mine and hide from sight. In fancy hear her soft, sweet voice; My eager Soul, to catch her words, Waits at the ear, with Noah's haste To take God's message-bearing Birds; What passion she will in me move -- That Lady I for life must love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH: FOR A LADY I KNOW by COUNTEE CULLEN GREEN SYMPHONY by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HARRY WILMANS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A PIPER by JAMES SULLIVAN STARKEY FOR THOSE AT SEA; HYMN by WILLIAM WHITING PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 41. YA HASIB by EDWIN ARNOLD WINGS AT DAWN by JOSEPH AUSLANDER HIS RETIREMENT by PHILIP AYRES LES BARICADES MISTERIEUSES (AFTER FRANCOIS COUPERIN) by GORDON BOTTOMLEY |