 | A collection of poems by Ernest Radford |  |
23
MIDSUMMER.
Ah! Love, I lack thy kisses
In the warm sweet breath of June;
I am lonely amid lovers—
Love, come soon.
In the warm sweet breath of June;
I am lonely amid lovers—
Love, come soon.
A blue sea stretches waveless
'Neath a blue, blue sky this June;
I am panting for thy love, Love,
Love, come soon.
'Neath a blue, blue sky this June;
I am panting for thy love, Love,
Love, come soon.
| A collection of poems by Ernest Radford | |