 | A collection of poems by Ernest Radford |  |
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THE WHISPER AND THE KISS.
Ah, Love, the seagulls yonder,
In circles drawing near,
Are seeking to discover
When thy lips touch my ear,
In circles drawing near,
Are seeking to discover
When thy lips touch my ear,
What the low voice has murmured,
And whence the thrill of bliss,
And which has meant the most, Love,
The whisper or the kiss?
And whence the thrill of bliss,
And which has meant the most, Love,
The whisper or the kiss?
Best keep them circling round, Love,
The centre that they miss,
Where lost, as if for ever,
Is the whisper in the kiss.
The centre that they miss,
Where lost, as if for ever,
Is the whisper in the kiss.
“Not one without the other,”
As if from some abyss,
Say we, reposing sweetly
Where Heaven, dearest, is.
Oh, what if Gossip knew, Love,
That custom sanctions this!
As if from some abyss,
Say we, reposing sweetly
Where Heaven, dearest, is.
Oh, what if Gossip knew, Love,
That custom sanctions this!
| A collection of poems by Ernest Radford | |