When thy hand touches mine, through all the mesh Of intricate and interlaced veins Shoot swift delights that border on keen pains: Flesh thrills to thrilling flesh. When in thine eager eyes I look to find A comrade to my thought, thy ready brain Delves down and makes its inmost meaning plain: Mind answers unto mind. When hands and eyes are hid by seas that roll Wide wastes between us, still so near thou art I count the very pulses of thy heart@3:@1 Soul speaketh unto soul. So every law, or human or divine, In heart and brain and spirit makes thee mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PAUSE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 129 by ALFRED TENNYSON AUTHOR TO HIS CHILD by FRANCES AIRTH FALL PLOWING by EVA K. ANGLESBURG ON THE DEATH OF MRS. MARTINEAU by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |