KISS me! Are we not farther from to-day Than is to-morrow? Steeped in reality, what love possesses, Time doth but borrow; Kiss me! Canst fear what any voice can say, When all man's knowledge clearly must be guesses? Whilst joy is ours, like dogs to gain a bone They'll fawn on us for what we leave alone. Clasp me! Like sands the falling moments close, Stifling the weary; To-morrow from to-day no force can sever, Keep thou but near me. Clasp me! Canst shudder at a falling rose, When folly's proof must be to prate of "ever"? Whilst joy is ours, they'll seek us out to learn: Those only died who, loved, made faint return! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL THE RIDDLERS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE SONGS WITH PRELUDES: REGRET by JEAN INGELOW THE LOVER: A BALLAD by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU CONSOLATION by STANLEY KILNER BOOTH EDGE OF THE DAY by BURL BREDON |