Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, IN NEW YORK: 3. WEARINESS, by WILLIAM ALEXANDER PERCY


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IN NEW YORK: 3. WEARINESS, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: I sometimes think thou art my secret love
Last Line: Then give, beseech thee, give me sleep.
Subject(s): Dreams; Kisses; Life; Love; New York City; Nightmares; Manhattan; New York, New York; The Big Apple


I sometimes think Thou art my secret love;
But not to-night. . . . To-night I have the need
Of human tenderness; not hovering wings,
But one warm breast where I may lay my head
And close my eyes. For I am tired to-night. . . .
The park was full of lovers,
And such a slender moon looked down on them. . . .
For one kiss of one mouth, free-given, I
Would give -- what's left of me to-night
To the last dream!
Art Thou a jealous god?
Dost think to force by loneliness
Unwilling love to Thee?
Beware, beware! The winds of madness blow
Strong, strong on nights like these! . . .
Thou dost deny me what's of life most sweet,
The bending head and lovely eyes of love --
Then give, beseech Thee, give me sleep.





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