O hands that I have held in mine, That knew my kisses and my tears, Hands that in other years Have poured my balm, have poured my wine, Women, once loved, and always mine, I call to you across the years, I bring a gift of tears, I bring my tears to you as wine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POLAR QUEST by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON REUBEN JAMES by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE A MEMORY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE FORLORN, MY LOVE by ROBERT BURNS TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. IN THE BRITISH MUSEUM LIBRARY by EDWARD CARPENTER |