 | The poetical works of John Godfrey Saxe |  |
À LA PENSÉE.
Come to me, dearest! Oh, I cannot bearThese barren words of worship that to each
The other utters. In the finer speech
Of soft caresses let our souls declare
Their opulence of love; for while instead
We linger prattling, kind Occasion slips,
Leaving to pensive sighs the pallid lips
That else for pleasure had been ruby red.
Thanks! darling, thanks! Ah, happier than a king
In all beatitude of royal bliss
Is he whose mouth (again! oh perfect kiss!)
May thus unto thine own with rapture cling;
For very joy of love content to live
Unquestioning if Love have more to give!
| The poetical works of John Godfrey Saxe | |