I GROW so weary, someway, of all things That love and loving have vouchsafed to me, Since now all dreamed-of sweets of ecstasy Am I possessed of: The caress that clings -- The lips that mix with mine with murmurings No language may interpret, and the free, Unfettered brood of kisses, hungrily Feasting in swarms on honey blossomings Of passion's fullest flower -- For yet I miss The essence that alone makes love divine -- The subtle flavoring no tang of this Weak wine of melody may here define: -- A something found and lost in the first kiss A love ever poured through lips of mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SEA STORY by EMILY HENRIETTA HICKEY THE COUNTY OF MAYO by THOMAS LAVELLE THE OLD HOKUM BUNCOMBE by ROBERT EMMET SHERWOOD TWILIGHT ON THE DESERT by ETHEL FRANCES BARNARD MERCHANT ADVENTURERS (WITH ACKNOWLEDGMENTS TO SIMEON STRUNSKY) by BERTON BRALEY SUNKEN GARDENS by ADA VAN LOON BRANDOW |