The earth awhirl, Sweetheart, I wander far Adown the crowded street, Upon my burning lips The clinging kiss. A thousand years May sear this life of mine, But in my memory I hold one treasure dear, The clinging kiss. A thousand caravans May bear a wealth untold, The stones of India Will pale beside my gem, The clinging kiss. O wondrous love, That burns to ash my heart, Give back to me that hour She placed upon my lips The clinging kiss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HILL ABOVE THE MINE by MALCOLM COWLEY MARTHA WASHINGTON by SIDNEY LANIER DRAW THE SWORD, O REPUBLIC by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOHN WASSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS GLASS HOUSES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |