I DREAM that you are kisses Allah sent In forms material, that all the earth May taste of you and guess of Heaven's worth, Since it can waste such sweetness with content, -- Seeing you showered o'er the Battlement -- By Angel-hands plucked ripe from lips of mirth And flung in lavish clusters, yet no dearth Of rapture for the Anthem! . . . I have bent Above you, nestled in some low retreat, Pressing your velvet mouths against the dust, And, ever nurturing this old conceit, Have lifted up your lips in perfect trust Against my mouth, nor found them the less sweet For having kissed the dust beneath my feet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRYSTAL GAZER by SARA TEASDALE NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY by ROBERT FROST YOUR HANDS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE THE PROUD MISS MACBRIDE; A LEGEND OF GOTHAM by JOHN GODFREY SAXE AN EVENING LULL by WALT WHITMAN THE CHEAT OF CUPID; OR THE UNGENTLE GUEST by ANACREON |