AS Laura to the Florentine Draw near, Belovéd, to my bed; And, passing, waft thy breath divine ... My mouth for sign Shall be half-openéd! Over my sad brow when the night Moves slowly with her darkened dreams, Gaze downward as with starry light ... My inward sight Shall then be dazed with beams! Over my kindled mouth where lies The God-lit flame of love divine, Stoop with thy seraph's kiss, and rise A woman ... Wise, My soul shall wake to thine! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROAD NOT TAKEN by ROBERT FROST ART ABOVE NATURE: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK EPITAPH ON A CHILD by JEAN ANTOINE DE BAIF A REMEMBRANCE OF SOME ENGLISH POETS by RICHARD BARNFIELD CORRESPONDENCES by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE ON HEARING AN AEOLIAN HARP by PETER BAYLEY JR. |