HANDS that in my dream I see Beckoning me like a star The brief rose have promised me And the lily far. Hands that I have longed to hold For their gestures magical, Rings have worn of ancient gold On their fingers small. Hands which so I need to bless Throbbing mouth and fevered eyes, Sweeter than soft lips caress And in gentler wise. When I thought I watched them pass Ever life the doubt has seen, And they have, perhaps, alas, Never truly been. Yet because I dreamed of them Long ago and late, Faithful I have been to them And I wait and wait. . . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONCERNING NECESSITY by HAYDEN CARRUTH CACHE LA POUDRE by JAMES GALVIN SONNET TO THOSE WHO SEE BUT DARKLY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON YOUR WORLD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 9 by JAMES JOYCE |