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The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston | ||
SOLITARY.
My thoughts have been with you the whole night long;
I wonder did you know, my dear?
My heart went flying to you, in a song;
I wonder, sweetheart, did you hear?
I wonder did you know, my dear?
My heart went flying to you, in a song;
I wonder, sweetheart, did you hear?
Here, where I kissed your hands and lips and hair, —
Here, where I held you to my heart,
While passion thrilled and kindled all the air,
Till hands and lips and lives must part,
Here, where I held you to my heart,
While passion thrilled and kindled all the air,
Till hands and lips and lives must part,
I have lain, weary, at Sleep's shadowy gate,
Which would not ope to let me in
Where happy dreams of you I knew must wait,
So that I might some rapture win.
Which would not ope to let me in
Where happy dreams of you I knew must wait,
So that I might some rapture win.
I have been weary for your voice, your touch,
The desperate sweetness of your kiss, —
The joy which almost thrills me over-much,
O sweet, my sweet, so sweet it is.
The desperate sweetness of your kiss, —
The joy which almost thrills me over-much,
O sweet, my sweet, so sweet it is.
I strove to think you leaned above me here,
Laid lips to mine, then found to say
The dearest words, — as dear as love is dear;
But, O Love, you were far away.
Laid lips to mine, then found to say
The dearest words, — as dear as love is dear;
But, O Love, you were far away.
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Only for me this drear, ghost-haunted room,
And noises in the street outside;
Only for me to go from gloom to gloom,
And at the end, dark Death for bride.
And noises in the street outside;
Only for me to go from gloom to gloom,
And at the end, dark Death for bride.
The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston | ||