O hands that I have held in mine, That knew my kisses and my tears, Hands that in other years Have poured my balm, have poured my wine, Women, once loved, and always mine, I call to you across the years, I bring a gift of tears, I bring my tears to you as wine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLACK SAMSON OF BRANDYWINE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR AN ANCIENT TO ANCIENTS by THOMAS HARDY GEORGE WASHINGTON by JOHN HALL INGHAM FIRST FRUITS IN 1812 [AUGUST 19, 1812] by WALLACE RICE ROLL-CALL by NATHANIEL GRAHAM SHEPHERD TWILIGHT AT SEA by AMELIA B. WELBY THAT GENERAL UTILITY RAG, BY OUR OWN IRVING BERLIN by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |