Tonight, of all mad nights of moon and wind and sea, Tonight, of all those nights, I choose to love and love but thee; And, oh, beloved, let there be the heathen heat Of tom-toms tuned to the echoing beat Of your hot, hurried heart on mine and may The moon hang hotly in your hair. Oh, lay Your passion on my lips; I shall not ask for more Than this one reckless night nor care to know what pagan shore Shall call thee hence. As sure as Spring shall come next year— As sure as birds shall sing and I shall hear The soft swish of their wings in April rain— I shall remember thee. And yet again Shall I forget. .... As long as dusk and stars shall be— As long as life goes on, shall I remember thee. ... But get thee gone! See how the dawn But breaks in brittle radiance pale with pain. Ah, my beloved! Come not this way again! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 8 by JAMES JOYCE A SONG OF ETERNITY IN TIME by SIDNEY LANIER SONG FOR A VIOLA D'AMORE by AMY LOWELL SURFACES AND MASKS; 6 by CLARENCE MAJOR COUNTRYWOMEN by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE RUSSIAN ARMY GOES INTO BAKU by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER A LETTER TO A POLICEMAN IN KANSAS CITY by KENNETH PATCHEN |