Often I dream your big blue eyes, Though loth their meaning to confess, Regard me with a clear surprise Of dawning tenderness. Often I dream you gladly hear The words I hardly dare to breathe, -- The words that falter in their fear To tell what throbs beneath. Often I dream your hand in mine Falls like a flower at eventide, And down the path we leave a line Of footsteps side by side. But ah, in all my dreams of bliss, In passion's hunger, fever's drouth, I never dare to dream of this: My lips upon your mouth. And so I dream your big blue eyes, That look on me with tenderness, Grow wide, and deep, and sad, and wise, And dim with dear distress. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WRITTEN FOR MY SON, AND SPOKEN BY HIM AT HIS FIRST PUTTING ON BREECHES by MARY BARBER LINES TO WILLIAM LINLEY WHILE HE SANG A SONG TO PURCELL'S MUSIC by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE STIRRUP-CUP by SIDNEY LANIER THE RAVAGED VILLA by HERMAN MELVILLE JACK AND JILL (1) by MOTHER GOOSE MY WINTER ROSE by ALFRED AUSTIN ON A CHILD SLEEPING IN CYNTHIA'S LAP by PHILIP AYRES |