Their lips upon each other's lips are laid; Strong moans of joy, wild laughter, and short cries Seem uttered in the passion of their eyes. He sees her body fair, and fallen head, And she the face whereon her soul is fed; And by the way her white breasts sink and rise, He knows she must be shaken by sweet sighs; Though all delight of sound for them be dead. They dance a strange, weird measure, who know not The tune to which their dancing feet are led; Their breath in kissing is made doubly hot With flame of pent-up speech; strange light is shed About their spirits, as they mix and meet In passion-lighted silence, 'tranced and sweet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SCHOOLBOYS IN WINTER by JOHN CLARE SIR RUPERT THE FEARLESS; A LEGEND OF GERMANY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM MY DEAREST WIFE by WILLIAM BARNES EPIGRAMS ON CASTLEREAGH by GEORGE GORDON BYRON VERMONT CHEESEMAKING by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 40. COME AWAY! BRING ON THE BRIDE by THOMAS CAMPION |