THOU wilt repose within mine arms! With rapturous emotion My bosom heaves and throbs and thrills At this delicious notion. Thou wilt repose within mine arms, Whilst with thy fair gold tresses I sport, and thy dear darling head My shoulder gently presses! Thou wilt repose within mine arms! To truth will turn my vision, And here on earth shall I enjoy The highest bliss elysian. St. Thomas! Scarce can I believe The fact, my doubts will linger Until upon my rapture's wounds I lay my eager finger. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HE RULETH NOT THROUGH HE RAIGNE OVER REALMES by THOMAS WYATT ECHO by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI GRIN by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE LOST HAPPINESS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS FAREWELL TO THE PILGRIMS by THEODORE M. BAKKE HIGH SUMMER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |