THOU wilt repose within mine arms! With rapturous emotion My bosom heaves and throbs and thrills At this delicious notion. Thou wilt repose within mine arms, Whilst with thy fair gold tresses I sport, and thy dear darling head My shoulder gently presses! Thou wilt repose within mine arms! To truth will turn my vision, And here on earth shall I enjoy The highest bliss elysian. St. Thomas! Scarce can I believe The fact, my doubts will linger Until upon my rapture's wounds I lay my eager finger. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PLAINT OF THE CAMEL by CHARLES EDWARD CARRYL PAST AND PRESENT by ROWLAND EYLES EGERTON-WARBURTON ON ENGLISH MONSIEUR by BEN JONSON THE NEWLY WEDDED by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED NORTH-WEST PASSAGE: 1. GOOD NIGHT by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON ON THOSE THAT HATED 'THE PLAYBOY OF THE WESTERN WORLD' by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |