 | Poems by William Wetmore Story |  |
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LOVE AND DEATH.
Since Death must come, now let it come to me—
Now, while my soul with Love's felicity
Is brimmed to overflowing,—naught on earth
Again so dear, so exquisite can be.
Now, while my soul with Love's felicity
Is brimmed to overflowing,—naught on earth
Again so dear, so exquisite can be.
Now, with thy strong arms round me, thy divine,
Deep, silent eyes down gazing into mine,
That seem to draw my soul forth from the deep,
Far inner Life, that I to thee resign.
Deep, silent eyes down gazing into mine,
That seem to draw my soul forth from the deep,
Far inner Life, that I to thee resign.
So let me die,—after love's perfect bliss,
After the rapture of an hour like this,
How can I sink to common trivial joys?
No! rather seal my Life with one more kiss.
After the rapture of an hour like this,
How can I sink to common trivial joys?
No! rather seal my Life with one more kiss.
Take thou my very, very soul from me
Here through my lips, and draw me unto thee,
My best, my dearest! It is heaven enough
Here in thy arms forever more to be.
Here through my lips, and draw me unto thee,
My best, my dearest! It is heaven enough
Here in thy arms forever more to be.
| Poems by William Wetmore Story | |