Dramatic Scenes With Other Poems, Now First Printed. By Barry Cornwall [i.e. Bryan Waller Procter]. Illustrated |
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LOVE—
(Tempestoso).
Press your palms upon my eyes:
Press your breast against my breast.
Nothing, save enormous pleasures,—
Nothing but the vastest,—best,
Now can give me rest.
Press your breast against my breast.
Nothing, save enormous pleasures,—
Nothing but the vastest,—best,
Now can give me rest.
From the extremities of earth
I come:—What read I on your brow?
Tell me not of forms or fancies:
Love me; as but you know how.
Your lips upon my lips,—now!
I come:—What read I on your brow?
Tell me not of forms or fancies:
Love me; as but you know how.
Your lips upon my lips,—now!
What! am I not he you loved?
Gave your heart to? why deny?
Am I changed? are you a traitress?
I'll not part with a kiss or sigh:
Who can love as I?
Gave your heart to? why deny?
Am I changed? are you a traitress?
I'll not part with a kiss or sigh:
Who can love as I?
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In your words there lives a music
That can soothe the soul of care;
In your eyes I see a beauty,
(Beauty airier than the air,)
None but you can wear.
That can soothe the soul of care;
In your eyes I see a beauty,
(Beauty airier than the air,)
None but you can wear.
All the tempests of the tropics,
Oceans, deserts, have I passed:
What do you think gave strength to conquer
Deadly ice and burning blast,
But to be loved by you,—chained fast
Ever while the world shall last?
Oceans, deserts, have I passed:
What do you think gave strength to conquer
Deadly ice and burning blast,
But to be loved by you,—chained fast
Ever while the world shall last?
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