Love is the master, the mistress, Occasion! To the rousing rhythm and the music's charms At the ball, in a moment's soft persuasion, I pressed your comely body in my arms. And then I gathered from your hair The fragrance a lover bears to his pillow; And your flowered cheek held the fires there That in my pulse were a crimson billow. But soon we had to join the rest; And all along the lighted street We followed far off; we seemed oppressed, Spoke not, nor did our glances meet. At length to the dark our pathway rolls: As the lightning swift, as the rainfall fresh, A sudden kiss that joined our souls Fused like a philtre with the fundament of our flesh. Love is the master, the mistress, Occasion! And always in the twilight forest, they Are the enchanters of a sweet invasion Whose mute command we silently obey. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COOPER SQUARE by KAREN SWENSON WHY I LOVE HER by ALEXANDER BROME THE VIRGINIANS OF THE VALLEY by FRANCIS ORRERY TICKNOR THE HEATH-COCK by JOANNA BAILLIE EASTER by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 5 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |