Your kiss upon my hand! How I am lifted to a queenly place Among the singing stars! My soul is shaken! The whole of me knows ecstasy turned pain, So small a thing -- yet I have wept for it -- Your lips against my fingers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOST AND FOUND by GEORGE MACDONALD PUCK AND THE FAIRY, FR. A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE BUOY-BELL by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER THE MORAL FABLES: THE FOX AND THE WOLF by AESOP MY LETTERS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM PSALM 65 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |