O TOUCH me with your hands -- For pity's sake! My brow throbs ever on with such an ache As only your cool touch may take away; And so, I pray You, touch me with your hands! Touch -- touch me with your hands. -- Smooth back the hair You once caressed, and kissed, and called so fair That I did dream its gold would wear alway, And lo, to-day -- O touch me with your hands! Just touch me with your hands, And let them press My weary eyelids with the old caress, Aud lull me till I sleep. Then go your way, That Death may say: He touched her with his hands. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...UPLANDS IN MAY by CARL SANDBURG ADAM AND HIS FATHER by KAREN SWENSON TO A CHILD DANCING IN THE WIND: 2 by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE SAILOR TO HIS PARROT by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES JIM BLUDSO [OF THE PRAIRIE BELLE] by JOHN MILTON HAY THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 27 by OMAR KHAYYAM THE CONQUERED BANNER by ABRAM JOSEPH RYAN |