I LOVE a woman tenderly, But cannot know if she loves me. I press her hand, her lips I kiss, But still love's full assurance miss. Our waking life forever seems Cleft by a veil of doubt and dreams. But love and night and sleep combine In dreams to make her wholly mine. A sure love lights her eyes' deep blue, Her hands and lips are warm and true. Always the fact unreal seems, And truth I find alone in dreams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POOR-HOUSE by SARA TEASDALE A MINUET ON REACHING THE AGE OF FIFTY by GEORGE SANTAYANA DARBY AND JOAN by FREDERIC EDWARD WEATHERLY JUST A-RIDIN'! by ELWOOD ADAMS THE YOUNG CARPENTER by AL-RUSAFI QUATRAIN: FROM EASTERN SOURCES: 1 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH WARPED FLOWER by SHEILA BARBOUR THE LAY OF ST. ALOYS; A LEGEND OF BLOIS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |