SWEET sister of my soul! thou, that dost creep Gently into my bosom, and there lie In converse with my spirit, and now weep And anguish it with kindly agony; Now draw it with thy lore dreadful and deep Through wild, appalling dreams; then tenderly Toy and change smiles: oh! now I feel thee pour Into my breast thy gushing tears of sound, And bury thy sharp fang in my heart's core; Now balm with thy sweet breath the throbbing wound. Thou and my soul oft on thought's pinions soar, Clasping like dew-drops in a flower, around That cast their rainbow-eyed pale beams, and kiss And tremble in their loveliness and bliss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SOLDIER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO JOHN BROWN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MARTHA WASHINGTON by SIDNEY LANIER A GUY I KNOW ON 47TH AND COTTAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR |