NOW I am all One bowl of kisses, Such as the tall Slim votaresses Of Egypt filled For a God's excesses. I lift to you My bowl of kisses, And through the temple's Blue recesses Cry out to you In wild caresses. And to my lips' Bright crimson rim The passion slips, And down my slim White body drips The shining hymn. And still before The altar I Exult the bowl Brimful, and cry To you to stoop And drink, Most High. Oh drink me up That I may be Within your cup Like a mystery, Like wine that is still In ecstasy. Glimmering still In ecstasy, Commingled wines Of you and me In one fulfil The mystery. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SCHOOLBOYS IN WINTER by JOHN CLARE TIME, REAL AND IMAGINARY; AN ALLEGORY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A BROOK IN THE CITY by ROBERT FROST THE MORAL FABLES: THE PROLOG by AESOP DIRGE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 8. OF CONSTANCY by WILLIAM BASSE SONG ON THE WATER (2) by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES FLORENTINE INGRATITUDE by WILLIAM BLAKE TO HENRY WRIGHT, OF MOBBERLEY, ON BUYING THE PICTURE OF F. MALEBRANCHE by JOHN BYROM |