KISS me! Are we not farther from to-day Than is to-morrow? Steeped in reality, what love possesses, Time doth but borrow; Kiss me! Canst fear what any voice can say, When all man's knowledge clearly must be guesses? Whilst joy is ours, like dogs to gain a bone They'll fawn on us for what we leave alone. Clasp me! Like sands the falling moments close, Stifling the weary; To-morrow from to-day no force can sever, Keep thou but near me. Clasp me! Canst shudder at a falling rose, When folly's proof must be to prate of "ever"? Whilst joy is ours, they'll seek us out to learn: Those only died who, loved, made faint return! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THEME IN YELLOW by CARL SANDBURG GRAND ARMY PLAZA by KAREN SWENSON TIME AND THE PERFUME RIVER by KAREN SWENSON ON DIGITAL EXTREMITIES by FRANK GELETT BURGESS THE EMULATION by SARAH FYGE EGERTON THE WILLOWS by FRANCIS BRET HARTE IN BATTLE by ABUL HASAN OF BADAJOZ |