BUT I am constant to you, dearest one. These lesser loves take not that which is yours. (And should I bask forever in the sun When through the dusk a golden moon allures?) My heart is like a harp of many strings That breathes a silver song to any touch Of tender hand, but for the master sings A deeper melody. (And is that such A crime as needs forgiving? Can the cup Refuse the drink to him who pours the wine?) Is your own brew less sweet because a sup Was given alien lips that drank from mine? I weep because I cannot teach you this: My heart's true love is not spent with a kiss. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DESPAIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PROVING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SUPREME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON WHERE? by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MA LADY'S LIPS AM LIKE DE HONEY (NEGRO LOVE SONG) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |