When your lips seek my lips they bring That sorrowful and outcast thing, My heart, home from its wandering. Then, ere your lips have loosed their hold, I feel my heart's heat growing cold, And my heart shivers and grows old. When your lips leave my lips, again I feel the old doubt and the old pain Tighten about me like a chain. After the pain, after the doubt, A lonely darkness winds about My soul like death, and shuts you out. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE STIRRUP-CUP by JOHN MILTON HAY A PROPHECY by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE DEATH OF LYON by HENRY PETERSON LYNCHED NEGRO by MAXWELL BODENHEIM EURYDICE TO ORPHEUS by ROBERT BROWNING STANZAS FOR MUSIC by MARY (BALFOUR) BRUNTON |