Thou shalt not laugh, thou shalt not romp, Let's grimly kiss with bated breath; As quietly and solemnly As Life when it is kissing Death. Now in the silence of the grave, My hand is squeezing that soft breast; While thou dost in such passion lie, It mocks me with its look of rest. But when the morning comes at last, And we must part, our passions cold, You'll think of some new feather, scarf To buy with my small piece of gold; And I'll be dreaming of green lanes, Where little things with beating hearts Hold shining eyes between the leaves, Till men with horses pass, and carts. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE MOONLIGHT by THOMAS HARDY JEWISH HYMN IN BABYLON by HENRY HART MILMAN THE LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT OF THE OLD GREY MARE by MOTHER GOOSE FANTAISIES DECORATIVES: 2. LES BALLOONS by OSCAR WILDE A CRADLE SONG by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |