I HOLD your trembling hand tonight -- and yet I may not know what wealth of bliss is mine, My heart is such a curious design Of trust and jealousy! Your eyes are wet -- So must I think they jewel some regret, -- And lo, the loving arms that round me twine Cling only as the tendrils of a vine Whose fruit has long been gathered: I forget, While crimson clusters of your kisses press Their wine out on my lips, my royal fare Of rapture, since blind fancy needs must guess They once poured out their sweetness otherwhere, With fuller flavoring of happiness Than e'en your broken sobs may now declare. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ODE, PARAPHRASED: THE CUP by ANACREON FORECLOSURE by STERLING ALLEN BROWN DOVE RIVER ANTHOLOGY, BY OWN WILLIAM WORDSWORTH: LUCY GRAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE FORSAKEN by C. HAMILTON AIDE IN NOVEMBER by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH THE OLD SCHOOL HOUSE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON |