As if tired out with kisses, Content to be at rest, Here, on my breast, Her mouth, that ached with kisses, Drooped to my shoulder, then she sighed A little, smiled Then, like a happy child, She fell asleep upon my breast. Love comes and goes, and this is (Love, that I once possessed!) Love, like the rest, And goes the way of kisses. Yet one hour lives, of all those hours that died, When, like a child, She turned to me, just smiled, And fell asleep upon my breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AGED STRANGER; AN INCIDENT OF THE WAR by FRANCIS BRET HARTE THE MORNING-GLORY by MARIA WHITE LOWELL THE BLIND MEN AND THE ELEPHANT by JOHN GODFREY SAXE CAGNES; ON THE RIVIERA by MATHILDE BLIND THE CROWDED STREET by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. LIFE BEHIND LIFE by EDWARD CARPENTER |