I DREAM that you are kisses Allah sent In forms material, that all the earth May taste of you and guess of Heaven's worth, Since it can waste such sweetness with content, -- Seeing you showered o'er the Battlement -- By Angel-hands plucked ripe from lips of mirth And flung in lavish clusters, yet no dearth Of rapture for the Anthem! . . . I have bent Above you, nestled in some low retreat, Pressing your velvet mouths against the dust, And, ever nurturing this old conceit, Have lifted up your lips in perfect trust Against my mouth, nor found them the less sweet For having kissed the dust beneath my feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NAMES by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE CHRISTMAS BELLS by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THREE BLIND MICE by MOTHER GOOSE OF THE MANNER OF ADDRESSING CLOUDS by WALLACE STEVENS THE WILD GEESE by MICHAEL JOSEPH BARRY ASCENSION (1) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT MARCH MADNESS ON EDGEWATER HILL by BEULAH ALLYNE BELL |