Let my lips touch thy lips, and my desire Contagious fever be, to set a-glow The blood beneath thy whiter breast than snow -- Wonderful snow, that so can kindle fire! Abandon to what gods in us conspire Thy little wisdom, sweetest; for they know. Is it not something that I love thee so? Take that from life, ere death thine all require. But no! Then would a mortal warmth disperse That beauteous snow to water-drops, which, turned To marble, had escaped the primal curse. Be still a goddess, till my heart have burned Its sacrifice before thee, and my verse Told this late world the love that I have learned. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LITTLE FEET by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN IN THE NEOLITHIC AGE by RUDYARD KIPLING THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 18 by OMAR KHAYYAM ANNE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE TO AMERICA, ON HER FIRST SONS FALLEN IN THE GREAT WAR by E. M. WALKER |