 | The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton |  |
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IF ONCE, JUST ONCE.
Why do I never see you in my dreams?
The lips are cold that you no longer kiss;
And missing you, the Universe I miss.
The far stars lure me with evasive gleams,
But no new Joy the dead Past's pledge redeems.
Though you have found a larger world than this,
Can you not spare one hour from that wide bliss?
Why do I never see you in my dreams?
The lips are cold that you no longer kiss;
And missing you, the Universe I miss.
The far stars lure me with evasive gleams,
But no new Joy the dead Past's pledge redeems.
Though you have found a larger world than this,
Can you not spare one hour from that wide bliss?
Why do I never see you in my dreams?
One little touch, and I should know you near,—
One whispered word would wake my soul from sleep,
And all I thought was dead, alive would be,
Saved from the blank forgetfulness I fear,—
Immortal then your image I could keep,
If once, just once, you would come back to me.
One whispered word would wake my soul from sleep,
And all I thought was dead, alive would be,
Saved from the blank forgetfulness I fear,—
Immortal then your image I could keep,
If once, just once, you would come back to me.
| The poems and sonnets of Louise Chandler Moulton | |