O BEAUTY, passing beauty! sweetest Sweet! How canst thou let me waste my youth in sighs? I only ask to sit beside thy feet. Thou knowest I dare not look into thine eyes. Might I but kiss thy hand! I dare not fold My arms about thee -- scarcely dare to speak. And nothing seems to me so wild and bold, As with one kiss to touch thy blessed cheek. Methinks if I should kiss thee, no control Within the thrilling brain could keep afloat The subtle spirit. Even while I spoke, The bare word KISS hath made my inner soul To tremble like a lutestring, ere the note Hath melted in the silence that it broke. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEMPER by CLARA EXLINE BOCKOVEN THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: MADAME LA MARQUISE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON FOUR SONGS BY WAY OF CHORUS TO A PLAY: 4. INCOMMUNICABILITY OF LOVE by THOMAS CAREW THE OLD YEAR by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH IN THE BLUE RIDGE by OLIVE TILFORD DARGAN AFTER ALL AND AFTER ALL by MARY CAROLYN DAVIES |