How I do love to sit and dream Of that sweet passion, when I meet The lady I must love for life! The very thought makes my Soul beat Its wings, as though it saw that light Silver the rims of my black night. I see her bring a crimson mouth To open at a kiss, and close; I see her bring her two fair cheeks, That I may paint on each a rose; I see her two hands, like doves white, Fly into mine and hide from sight. In fancy hear her soft, sweet voice; My eager Soul, to catch her words, Waits at the ear, with Noah's haste To take God's message-bearing Birds; What passion she will in me move -- That Lady I for life must love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EACH AND [OR, IN] ALL by RALPH WALDO EMERSON LIMERICK by OLIVER BROOK HERFORD GETTYSBURG [JULY 1-3, 1863] by JAMES JEFFREY ROCHE THE FLOWERS OF THE FOREST by ALISON RUTHERFORD A TEAMSTER'S FAREWELL by CARL SANDBURG THE CHILD ALONE: 1. THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |