 | Poems by Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] |  |
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THE KISS.
(FROM THE SAME.)
I watch'd you sleeping, lying in your arms,And drank in, with mine eyes, in that half-light
The dim and shadowy profile turn'd aside:
Whilst breathing with you, 'twas as tho' I shared
Half of your life, and gave you all of mine.
I was so close—so close, so wholly yours,—
Yet suddenly I, waking, seem'd to feel
So separated from you by your sleep,
So jealous of the people of your dreams,
That o'er me stealing (tho' so near—so near!)
A sense of desolation, with a kiss
I call'd you back again to life and me.
Darling, forgive me for that coward kiss—
I trust too little, loving all too much,
To bear the thought of losing what I love.
Would I could see again that half-turn'd face,
And lie once more in those enfolding arms—
Would I could feel but jealous of a dream,
And kiss away all rivals on those lips
| Poems by Violet Fane [i.e. M. M. Lamb] | |