OLEAN thy beauteous cheek on mine, That our tears together may mingle! Against my bosom press thou thine, That their flames may no longer be single And when with the flame is mingled at last The stream of our tears all burning, And mine arm is lovingly round thee cast, -- I'll die of my love's sweet yearning. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HERETIC: 1. BLASPHEMY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER OVERLOOKING THE RIVER STOUR by THOMAS HARDY HIS RETURN TO LONDON by ROBERT HERRICK THE GIFT by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL MUSIC IN THE NIGHT by HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD |