HANDS that in my dream I see Beckoning me like a star The brief rose have promised me And the lily far. Hands that I have longed to hold For their gestures magical, Rings have worn of ancient gold On their fingers small. Hands which so I need to bless Throbbing mouth and fevered eyes, Sweeter than soft lips caress And in gentler wise. When I thought I watched them pass Ever life the doubt has seen, And they have, perhaps, alas, Never truly been. Yet because I dreamed of them Long ago and late, Faithful I have been to them And I wait and wait. . . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PUSSY-WILLOW TIME by ROBERT FROST THE FLAME LIGHTS UP by DAVID IGNATOW GOAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMEDAY BOOK: JOHN CAMPBELL AND CARL EATON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HATCHING; FOR DAW AUNG SAN SUU KYI by KAREN SWENSON |