As if tired out with kisses, Content to be at rest, Here, on my breast, Her mouth, that ached with kisses, Drooped to my shoulder, then she sighed A little, smiled Then, like a happy child, She fell asleep upon my breast. Love comes and goes, and this is (Love, that I once possessed!) Love, like the rest, And goes the way of kisses. Yet one hour lives, of all those hours that died, When, like a child, She turned to me, just smiled, And fell asleep upon my breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DAY IS DONE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE MALLARDS PASS UNHARMED by LAURA FRANCES ALEXANDER AN ENGLISH SHELL by ARTHUR CHRISTOPHER BENSON THE FRATERNAL DUEL by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS SEA BUTTERFLIES by DON BLANDING A YEOMAN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN MORTALITY by GAMALIEL BRADFORD VALEDICTORY; THE SCHOLAR TO THE ASHES OF HIS LIBRARY by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |