BRING no fragrant sandal-paste, Let me gather, Love, instead The entranced and flowering dust You have honoured with your tread For mine eyelids and mine head. Bring no scented lotus-wreath Moon-awakened, dew-caressed; Love, thro' memory's age-long dream Sweeter shall my wild heart rest With your foot-prints on my breast. Bring no pearls from ravished seas, Gems from rifled hemispheres; Grant me, Love, in priceless boon All the sorrow of your years, All the secret of your tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH FOR A SOLDIER by DAVID IGNATOW GETHSEMANE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MOTHER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON A POEM FOR MAX NORDAU by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE TOWER OF SKULLS by ISAAC ROSENBERG |