I LOVE a woman tenderly, But cannot know if she loves me. I press her hand, her lips I kiss, But still love's full assurance miss. Our waking life forever seems Cleft by a veil of doubt and dreams. But love and night and sleep combine In dreams to make her wholly mine. A sure love lights her eyes' deep blue, Her hands and lips are warm and true. Always the fact unreal seems, And truth I find alone in dreams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR LAUREL AND HARDY ON MY WORKROOM WALL by DAVID WAGONER THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 22 by OMAR KHAYYAM LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS CANADA by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE FIRST GRAY HAIR by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY SONNET TO - -. by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT BENEDICTION by VALERY YAKOVLEVICH BRYUSOV |