WHEN, full of warm and eager love, I clasp you in my fond embrace, You gently push me back and say, "Take care, my dear, you'll spoil my lace." You kiss me just as you would kiss Some woman friend you chanced to see; You call me "dearest."—All love's forms Are yours, not its reality. Oh, Annie! cry, and storm, and rave! Do anything with passion in it! Hate me an hour, and then turn round And love me truly, just one minute. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COMING AMERICAN by SAM WALTER FOSS THE GIRL OF ALL PERIODS; AN IDYLL by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE LAMENT OF THE IRISH EMIGRANT by HELEN SELINA SHERIDAN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 17 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE TWENTY-SEVENTH OF MARCH by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT CALIFORNIA COAST by DORIS CALDWELL TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. GRACIOUS MOTHER by EDWARD CARPENTER |